So we took the twisty and in places very narrow and under heavy construction A380 to Morar and beyond to Mallaig. A trip we would repeat two days later by steam train.
Returning, we could glimpse Britain's highest mountain, Ben Nevis, with its head in the clouds as we approached Fort William.
I decided a photograph was in order, so I pulled into a roadside lay-by and scrambled down through the ferns to get a good view of the mountain over Loch Linnhe.
In front of me though, was the single line railway track, open and unfenced. I stood there a while wondering whether to scramble down the steepish bank and cross it there when, with very little warning, the train burst into view.
It sped by me, just a few feet from my nose, very noisy and very startling.
I felt very glad I had decided against crossing that track, and made my way back to the car.
We drove on a little further and found a more suitable viewpoint.
Then back home for a restorative cup of tea.