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After walking the West Highland Way and Great Glen Way I had the bright idea we should keep going and head for John o' Groats. I fondly imagined the section over the Black Isle would be easy walking on farm and forest tracks but this turned out not to be quite the full picture.
We set off in high spirits from Inverness Castle. I had to get a photo of Flora MacDonald as the statue of her and her dog was a thing of wonder to me as a small child up from Yorkshire spending summer holidays with my grandparents. Partly the tale of Flora disguising the prince as her maidservant and rowing him to safety and partly because I wanted a dog.
Inverness Castle and Flora MacDonald
Cathedral
River Ness and bridges
We walked down from the castle past the town house now looking smart after its facelift, a place special to me because my other granny had worked here as town clerk after the Great War and before she married in the 1920s.
Town house
River Ness
Douglas Row was where Tom Swanston (former minister of the West Church on other side of river) had planned to retire to but died before he had a chance to. He was an unforgettable character and this pretty row of houses always makes me think of him.
Douglas Row
We followed the river along past another historic building which Cromwell apparently had built with stone taken from the ruins of Ormond Castle at Avoch.
Cromwell's Tower
This information plaque overlooking the Beauly Firth is not strictly accurate.
Beauly Firth with Moray Firth sign
Ord Hill and Kessock Bridge
So far so good and all very sedate walking along pavements. The first slightly odd thing the route asked us to do was step over a fence, shimmy up the embankment on a steep muddy path and climb over a metal barrier to gain access to the A9 leading on to the Kessock Bridge. I suspect that path has been made more by football fans heading for the stadium than the few and far between walkers of the John o' Groats Trail.
We crossed as instructed on the east side of the bridge, which was a pity as the views west are better but we couldn't see them. Once over the bridge we looked out for the narrow path going off to the right when the pavement ended. Shortly after starting up it I took out a pole as the path was overgrown with branches and had to be battled through. This was a foretaste of what was yet to come.
The path kept going up with a few turns, steps and pushing through prickly gorse and finally tipped us out on to the main track that goes round Ord Hill, a familiar walk with the dogs.
View west from Ord Hill (Dec 2018)
Zoomed to Kilmuir (Dec 2018)
We kept our eyes open for the gate in the fence and the path that would lead us through the Christmas tree farm.
Waterlogged track through Christmas tree farm
Christmas trees each with a label
We followed the path to the gate with the stile alongside and were glad we didn't have to go over the stile. Wedged at its foot between two rows of fences on the far side was a dead sheep which it would have been difficult to avoid standing on. It looked like the poor thing had got trapped there.
WH said the track eventually fades out but we didn't expect to come up against a wall of gorse so solid that we had no choice but to retrace our steps and head on to the edge of a field. There was no evidence of a path but it was the right direction and we kept to the left edge of the field.
Field of bulls (we came face to face higher up)
As we gained the brow of the hill we saw a group of what turned out to be quite large young bulls at a feeding station in our field - and there was no fence between them and us. When they saw us they were curious enough to stop munching and approach. So for the second time on this walk I took my pole out of my rucksack, the theory being that looking like I was calmly in charge of the situation was the way to go. We walked on calmly, they followed at a respectful distance and once we were through the next open gate they lost interest and went back to their lunch. Poor lads, I suspect they don't have long for this world. All the same I was glad we didn't have a dog with us as spooked by a dog the outcome could have been more worrying.
Field of sheep and Loch Lundie
We followed the WH directions and reached an open area with views over the Black Isle towards Ben Wyvis then Munlochy Bay.
Black Isle and distant Ben Wyvis
Ford over Drynie Burn
Mud flats of Munlochy Bay at low tide
Path to shoreline
With the proximity of Munlochy Bay to the dog walkers of Munlochy I had expected to find a decent path along the shoreline. But there was no such thing. It was lumpy and squelchy with only occasional traces of what once was a path. Not for the first time we remarked that the John o' Groats Trail doesn't appear to be a much frequented route.
Squelchy enough to need a boat
A bit further along we came to where an electric fence has been erected blocking the way to the next JOGT marker we could see a bit further up the bank. It didn't feel quite right to crawl under it so we kept going a bit further and parallel to the fence until we reached a gate surrounded by a muddy moat which didn't look like it was a gate that had been opened in the last 20 years and would collapse if we climbed it. So we had no alternative than to crawl under the electric fence, getting wet knees in the process as the ground was so sodden.
Electric fence we crawled under
We then back-tracked to the sign we'd seen before and tried to follow the path it marked but it was an awkward overgrown narrow path which didn't feel right. That fortunately didn't last long and we emerged onto a vehicle track that gave easy walking to join the B9161 at Littlemill Bridge.
Only now on rereading the WH instructions it has dawned on me it really wasn't right and we shouldn't have been there. There is no mention of the route going down to the edge of Munlochy Bay and despite the JOGT signs we were following we were off track. Not sure where we went wrong and maybe I was just too keen to get down to the water's edge to pay too close attention to the words!
The next part along the road to Munlochy was unpleasant as the road is winding with hedges on either side so you can't see what's coming, has no verge to walk on and is busy with fast-moving traffic. We were thankful to reach Munlochy unscathed and take the turning on to the quiet road to the left of the Allangrange Arms.
Allangrange Arms, Munlochy
The next stage of the route from Munlochy to Culbokie was much better with no more battling through gorse, bulls or electric fences. Not far up the road we turned right onto a good path through woodland.
Hill o' Hirdie Wood (Munlochy)
For us both it was our first visit to the Clootie Well and although we knew what to expect I don't think we expected the extent of the area festooned with discarded clothing. To me it was a depressing mess.
Clootie Well
We crossed the road and headed up the farm road opposite.
Harvest in
White house
Bogbuie Wood
Nearing Culbokie and hills of Easter Ross
Out of the shelter of the woods we were in the full blast of the wind, as can be seen by the rowan leaves in this shot of the berries.
We met a lovely old man who was a local and told us the inn wasn't open so no chance of a place to kill an hour and a half before our bus was due. As we walked through the village we discussed what to do when we saw a service bus stopped by the side of the road. When we reached it we spoke to the driver who said he would be leaving in half an hour, an hour earlier than the one we had planned to get. That was music to our ears and even better that we could get a comfy seat out of the wind while we waited.
Allowing for the mistake we made going down to the shore of Munlochy Bay, I'd still say this route is a work in progress. Apart from the signs nothing much appears to have been done to bring it to the standard of long distance routes like WHW, GGW or SSW and, if they've done any of these, folk expect something similar. Maybe with the popularity of N500 there isn't felt to be any need to attract people to use this route? It's a pity.