Then he saw by my silence that he had gone too far, and fell back into the jargon of the West.

He wanted to know about my plans, and we went down into the cabin and had a look at the map.

I explained my route, up Morvern and round the head of Lochiel, and back to Oban by the east side of Loch Linnhe.
'Got you,' he said.

'You've a hell of a walk before you.

That bug never bit me, and I guess I'm not envying you any.