I left Ullapool with a slightly lighter rucksack as some of my kit was taken by car to where I was staying that night (thank goodness). It turned out to be a pretty challenging day. I was following the coast using the old ‘Postman’s Path’ which had been used to deliver the post to Achiltibuie as long ago as 1807. I hope the recipients of the mail were grateful to the postman who delivered it in those days, as it would have been bloody hard work! The path took me along the edge of very high and steep cliffs which had slid into the sea in places. At one point the path disappeared into a gulley and I had to slide down it in sections, tearing my trousers in the process! Throughout all this the midges cheered me on! Many hours, miles and soaked feet later I staggered into the ‘Summer Isles Hotel’ and realised what heaven could be like. They looked after me and refused to charge me for my dinner, bed and breakfast. Thank you.