A long but easy day, but with the hardship of lots of refreshment
stops. It involved 35km between the
public camp sites at Ballater and Feughside, with a bit of a detour to sample
the shopping delights of Aboyne. The
latter were somewhat limited, incidentally.
The Metro Centre it is not. Thankfully.
The 35km was made all the more bearable
by three refreshment stops, happily situated pubs and tea shops located equidistantly
(no such word?) along my route at almost exactly the quarter way, half way and
three quarter way points.
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| Deeside Way on the way to Dinnet |
So off it was along the Deeside Way, which was well suited
to my strategy as outlined in a previous post. It went east. And it followed the line of a former railway. Thankfully, trains are not good at going up
hills so the gradients encountered were of the 1 in 150 variety which makes for
very easy walking. I had a shock at
Dinnet as the nice waitress at the hotel there thought that they had run out of
tea cakes to go with my morning coffee. She
explained that Challengers the previous day had scoffed the lot. As I knew who was on this route the day before
I was contemplating tracking them down and tearing their livers out with my
teeth, which seemed to be to be a measured response to the desperate situation I
found myself in. Fortunately, the
waitress then found there was one left and I polished it off in a posh lounge with
a cappuccino whilst watching the cleaners hoover the carpet. Well one has to get one’s entertainment
somehow. I thus felt especially guilty
when I stood up to leave and saw that half of Scotland’s detritus (good word)
had come off the Raptors on to the carpet around where had been. I did go and apologise to them, so I think that
the Challenge suffered no embarrassment.
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.
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| 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.
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| Happy Bunny |
