After just over a week, I’m done with it. I’ve finished with it, given up on it and I’m leaving it behind. Yes, I’ve walked on the A9 for the last time today, finally leaving the road that’s been my companion since last Wednesday just after 2 o’clock today when I crossed over the Kessock Bridge into Inverness and turned onto the A82 into the city centre.
And what’s more than that, I’m close to leaving roads entirely for a good week or so as I start the Great Glen Way tomorrow. I spent a bit of the walk from Avoch to Inverness today on a dismantled railway, and I’d forgotten just how much easier it is on the feet to be walking on something other than tarmac and concrete.
Today was a short day of walking, so I got the chance to do a little bit of shopping in Inverness which means I’m now the proud owner of a pair of sandals. Rugged-looking, black, gritty, tough and off-road looking, but still sandals, because they’re light and easy to carry and much nicer to wear when I’m not wearing than the same boots I’ve been clumping along in all day long. Anyway, Inverness is a rather nice town – sorry, city – and it was nice to see a bit more of it than I did when I passed through here on the way to John O’Groats. That already seems as though it was a lot longer ago than last Sunday – and this Sunday I should be in Fort William!