Getting to Morar

A bizarre blend of German efficiency, a good natured Geordie and a Hen Party carry me towards Inverness, where I meet a minibus and a trailer full of canoes. We hit the open road towards the traffic jam known as Fort William.

Crawling into second largest settlement in the Highlands, we greet Brian and Alistair - two of my companions for the forthcoming adventure. Our road trip continues to the village of Morar which is at the western end of Loch Morar, the deepest freshwater body in the British Isles, and the starting point for the 40 Year Old Adventure.

After we stash the boats and take care of a few domestics, we head to the local hotel for a final taste of civilisation. En route we climb a steep tourist track to the viewpoint above Morar which offer breathtaking views of the Inner Hebrides. The colours continually change in the subtle and soft light of Scotland as the sun retreats beyond the horizon.

Last minute details of our journey dominate the conversation during our pub grub meal, after which we head to the train station to collect Matt (the last member of group) and then head to the homely B&B...