After a rainy night (according to Mike; I was asleep), we woke to a fair day. Mike took the low level FWA route and enjoyed an easy day on his own. I rendezvoused with him near Loch Builg, where an old friend, Roger Boston, bionic knee man, was in residence nearby. I'd gone over Ben Avon on a rather blustery, showery day.
There's lots of good camping around here at about 490 metres. We pitched at NJ 195 026.
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