[Note: this walk was attempted on the 29th June 2018]
I camped overnight in a parking area off the Kingairloch road, where a friendly notice assured me that overnight campers were welcome.
Today, I was planning to walk 14 miles along the road to Lochaline. It should have been straightforward, because it was another glorious sunny day, and the route was downhill all the way. My only worry was the return journey, and the long cycle ride back up from Lochaline. My monster of a bike doesn’t like going uphill.
I needn’t have worried about the cycle ride. Something much worse was waiting for me…
…I’d forgotten about the horseflies!
As soon as I set off, the pesky things surrounded me. Despite the heat, I was forced to pull on my long-sleeved top, and douse myself in insecticide. But nothing deterred the horrible flies. They dive bombed my face, and seemed to enjoy inhaling the stinky poison I’d covered my skin with.
When I stopped for a quick toilet break, I picked up a couple of bites on my bum. Ow!
I managed a few hundred yards, and then I decided to abandon the walk. Just not worth putting myself through misery and risking more bites. After all, I’ve been walking for seven days, and covered over 80 miles on foot, and several more miles by bike… so I hadn’t done too badly.
It was time to go home.
Miles walked today = 0
Abandoning the walk was not my only disappointment. I had hoped all this walking would help me come to a decision about my marriage, but I was still undecided and uncertain. At this point, I‘d been living apart from my husband for 10 months, and I knew it wasn’t fair to continue with our relationship in limbo. I had asked for time and space, and it was up to me to reconcile myself to the things I’d discovered, things that had happened twenty years ago, and to try to forgive him.
One minute, I wanted our marriage to continue. The next minute, I didn’t want to continue our marriage. I was stuck. Despite all this walking and thinking, I had made no real progress.
Sadly, things were about to get much worse. Perhaps I should have taken more notice of the omens along the way – because over the past few days I’d seen lots of signs and portents of dangers ahead.
Well, I don’t really believe in omens or supernatural messages, but I do believe my unconscious mind was trying to warn me of something.
Anyway, a few weeks after returning home, I discovered that my husband was involved in a three-year affair with a former work colleague and mutual friend. Three years! And the affair had continued during our separation. All this time.
The way forward instantly became very clear. It was almost a relief to make the decision. Our marriage was over.