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I had never spent time on the extreme west coast of Scotland before and had no idea what to expect after Loch Ness. The contraflow roadway soon gave way to a single track Highland road with passing places. Being well into the evening, the road was quiet and I could see the lights of the occasional approaching car miles ahead in the dark distance.

I moved quickly and smoothly through the twisting forested section before the forest ended and I was in the open glens and lands of Kintail. In the darkness I had no idea of the beauty and majesty of the mountains that were now flashing by me - the limit of my world was the dim cocoon of light around me from the dashboard instruments - and the brilliant beams of light from my headlamps.

Kyle soon approached and I took the turning off to the north to Plockton. Ten minutes later I was completely lost in pitch darkness amongst heather covered hills.

The single-track roads I was following meandered all over the place in the 10-mile space between Plockton and Kyle. They were poorly signposted, presumably intentionally to confuse German paratroopers and the odd visiting diver to the area. I reached several unsignposted junctions where the road split. It was potluck.