Day 3 Pennan to Banff
Having showered myself and my small clothes, eaten a nice piece of salmon and the remains of Janet’s pate, with a G&T in hand I feel restored enough to begin.
I would recommend the Pennan Inn to anyone. It is small and very friendly. Indeed at breakfast this morning I felt confident enough to demonstrate Janet’s patent waterproof kilt. It is possible to go from absorbent to rainproof in less than ten seconds. The others, enjoying their breakfasts, applauded Janet’s inventive skills as I twirled.
I shall dwell on the first bit of the stroll because it was enjoyable. We met a number of people strolling about like us and enjoyed a good old clech with them.
The two ladies in the photo below though were the real surprise. We saw them approaching in the distance and when we were abreast of them we started to say “Hello” but they surprised us by saying “You’re Mike and Janet aren’t you?” It appears that they had stumbled on this blog and had strolled along to see if were on our way.
It was in Gardenstown that we made a rather silly mistake. We should have strolled to the end of the bay and joined the footpath up the cliff. Had we done this the rest of the day would probably been as enjoyable as the beginning. Instead we struggled up the road out of Gamrie and onto a minor ish road. We were hoping to be able to leave this tarmacadamed tyrant but it was not to be. We followed it all the way to MacDuff.
The sun was baking. Heat rose up from the road. The powerful wind was dry and arid. We marched on. There was nowhere to sit. The hours passed. We plodded forward, one foot in front of the other, no respite in sight. Then, we happened upon a refuge from the endless toil.
I’ll readily admit that the above isn’t everyone’s idea of a picnic area but we had lost all pretentions of grandeur by this time and the slightly delapidated wall gave our weary legs well needed rest. I cracked the shell of my last hard boiled egg and drank a few drops of water. Bliss! I have just remembered. We were sprayed with something which tasted suspiciously like cow poo as we rested our weary limbs.
Onwards then to Banff. Tomorrow to Portsoy.