Since taking over at Invergarry Lodge 2 months ago, we’ve been so busy that our days out have been pretty few and far between. So when fellow G. S. Exile Phil B came up to visit on his way up to Ullapool for a week’s walking, and asked if I fancied a day out with him and his friends, it didn’t take long to decide. I drove up Friday evening and checked into Ullapool SYHA hostel, doing a bit of ‘professional spying’ in the process. After working out what to do with the pile of sheets I was given, I headed down the road to meet up with Phil and friends in a nearby restaurant as they finished their meal. Talk soon turned to the following day’s agenda, which sounded like it would incorporate plenty of fantastic views and impressive features. Great! We went for a quick drink before hitting the sack early, and as I settled into my bunk, I drifted off to sleep imagining the wonderful views in store for us the following day. Unfortunately my restful state didn’t last long – I was woken by the first lorry driving past at around midnight, and as the night rolled on, so did the lorries. Instead of counting sheep, I got myself back to sleep by making a mental list of favourable comparisons with our hostel. Happily there was a sizeable list, and the lack of traffic noise at our own hostel was certainly at the top of it by the time dawn appeared through the curtains.