After waiting out the rain inside my tent - and inside the bar - at the Kings House Hotel on the seventh day of my West Highland Way adventure, it was straight back to business the next morning as I finally packed the tent away and strode out along the old military road towards the gaping maw of Glen Coe. With a low blanket of clouds and the brooding peak of Buachaille Etive Mor combining to provide a foreboding atmosphere, there was no mistaking the Highlands for the Mediterranean as there had been at times the week prior! After resting for a while at the trail crossroads of Altnafeadh - where I was befriended by a playful red-breasted robin - I shouldered my pack and readied myself for the daunting Devil's Staircase, where the trail zig-zags
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