My window faced the sea, and I slept surprisingly well, waking to the sound of a cuckoo in the tree in front of the bothy. Although I had my earplugs in overnight, I think I managed to wake myself up with my own snoring at one point. Goodness knows what Geoff and Wendy thought. The "wall" separating our rooms was literally one wooden plank thick, complete with knot holes! However, over breakfast they both declared that they had slept well and had not been disturbed by anything! After they had left, I swept out the bothy and then headed off. I followed a path that reminded me how easy road walking is! After a few miles I came to a farm near the southern tip of Redpoint and passed through a herd of cows and a bull. They were lost in their own world, and this was one of those rare occasions when I wasn’t surrounded by an inquisitive entourage of cattle determined to escort me across their field. For the rest of the day I was back to road walking. In a small hamlet called South Erradale near to Port Henderson I spotted a lovely looking tea and craft café called 'Croft 23' run by Jan and Mark Appleton who had moved there from Yorkshire 18 months before. They gave me a delicious lunch and a donation. I also received a further donation from another group of customers, so my thanks to all of them. At the next village a lady banged on the kitchen window as I passed by and more money was placed in my collecting tin through the open window. Jan and Mark had been kind enough to recommend and book me into the 'Shieldaig Lodge Hotel' where I settled in for the evening and cleaned my gear.