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TO JOHN O' GROAT'S: I 65even more difficultcountry.and lay through even finerThe road for a full ten miles isextremelyhilly, narrow and twisty, with some surprisingcorners, and we were fortunate to meet the motorbus, that plies between Fort Augustus andInverness, in open groundnear Invermoriston.Otherwise we were bound to have arrived atstate of stalemate. For the early part of the daywe were steadily burrowing through woods, butsuddenly in the afternoon after climbing aprecipitous little hill we shook off the trees andcame out, three hundred feet above the waterside,with a grand view of the Great Glen and thelong steel ribbon of Loch Ness, Though I am afarmer myself and belong to a hill country, I amstill at a loss to understand how the fields to rightand leftof us were ever ploughedaor harvested.Especially those on the lower side seemed to slantperilously to a sheer cliff above the loch.I fell towondering if the turnips ever rolled over into thewaters below when they were being shawed.That night we camped at Drumnadrochit.There we leftthe canal and tacked once moreto the West (though this time we never crossedthe watershed), up Glen Urquhart and downStrath Glass. We met with a long and dangeroushill down to Invercannich, where we camped forF