|Deeside Way on the way to Dinnet|
Then it was on to Aboyne. Why does that name sound like it should be in Ireland? Aboyne looks jolly posh. It is also very long and the shops are about one million miles further on than the shortest turn for Feughside, but hey ho, I needed more cake and another drink so I sought them out. I then got chatted up by an over friendly cyclist as I was leaving the village, who wanted to know all my movements (not of the Andrew Walker variety, I should add), where I was spending the night and so on. I started to worry I was in the company of some mad axe murderer, so I gave him a very severe look until he went on his way.
|The Potarch Hotel: Serves Good Guinness|
The next refreshment stop was at the Potarch Hotel which is very nice indeed and situated next to the Dee and a lovely village green which, I believe, has been used as an upmarket wild camping spot by Challengers. I went up to the bar to order afternoon tea, but sat down with a pint of Guinness and a bag of crisps. This shows that despite a week and a half of walking I had still had my mental faculties and had not completely lost my mind. The bonus on leaving was to find that a new section of the Deeside Way had been completed, which reduced the expected road walking by a couple of miles, although the new track was just a few yards from the road. And finally I reached Feughside. The Inn there has closed but it was still a jolly nice place to stop for the night and that is just what I did.