As the grey fog lifted around midday on the second day, a feeble sun illuminated meadows adorned with yellow gorse and broom. Continuing a few miles past the loch, they reached a narrow road and turned northwest. The path led them uphill once more, traversing low rolling hills that gradually transformed into granite tors and crags. They encountered few travellers along the road and wisely veered into the underbrush whenever they heard the sound of approaching hooves.