Miles walked this month:
As someone who gets car-, sea- air-sick, trains are my favourite mode of getting about – after walking, of course. Last year I took the line across the Highlands from Inverness to the Kyle of Lochalsh, a journey described by a woman at the station as the prettiest in Britain. But it turned out to be one tough trip.
First of all I couldn’t decide which side of the train to sit. I’d settle by a window and start drooling at the Highland views. Then I’d glimpse something amazing – say Torridon or the Isle of Skye – out of the other side and have to go and press my nose to that glass. Second of all, it strained every nerve in my body not to pick up my pack, hop off and walk into the raft of towering hills that started from the tracks and ended who knows where. Every tiny station halt was a torment: I could see the wilderness calling just inches from the train door.
This summer I hope to take the trip again – and I highly recommend it to anyone – but this time I won’t look at the timetable and think I’ll be in Kyle by 13:35. Instead, I plan to be there about two weeks on Thursday, having walked from every stop on the way.
Like they say, a journey isn’t just about the destination...