My first impressions of Rannoch Moor were bleak and remote, crossing it with a canoe was going to be interesting to say the least! Anyway, that was tomorrows problem. I managed to find enough drift wood for a nice tea on the Firebox wood stove before a great sleep in my old faithful, and probably a bit past its best tent!!
We were up and moving quickly realising that it was going to be a long day. After some accidental testing by Talc, that his dry bag would not leak from the inside out when his bottle of whisky emptied - oops, we were on our way.