I am now moving into uncharted territory, no friends or family to fortify me and off to meet the natives alone.
Well the day dawned grey as expected but at least dry. I could only find space for a banana in case of emergencies, I really wanted the pudding too but the fleece has taken up all the slack in my pack, but still seems essential kit.
Scotland seems the have sussed the sustrans signage and I found my way onto route 77 and managed to stay on it, even being told the next destination, why can't it always be like this. This part of if was stunning, following the Tay and going through forest, interesting villages and farmland. Keeping me going even in the predicted rain, yes only my second splattering of the trip, not bad in more than 2 weeks, even so my feet weren't wet and certainly not as wet as the fishermen upto their waists in the river, is this what you do Hugh? The best days cycling so far. It is really spooky how it reminds my of the jungles I have visited, same humidity but not quite temperature, even have hanging bridges across the river and equally as wobbly.
Arrived in Pitlochry in time to bag a lower bunk, the hostel is full tonight.
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