Route
The path starts at Dyce (57°12′20″N 2°11′32″W / 57.2056°N 2.1923°W / 57.2056; -2.1923 (Formartine and Buchan Way, Dyce trailhead)), which is on the outskirts of Aberdeen City. It passes to the east of Newmachar and through Udny Station before reaching Ellon after 13 miles (21 km). It continues north through Auchnagatt before reaching the crossroads of Maud. The Ellon to Maud section is 12.5 miles (20.1 km) long. At Maud the Way goes east to Peterhead (57°30′32″N 1°47′37″W / 57.5088°N 1.7935°W / 57.5088; -1.7935 (Formartine and Buchan Way, Peterhead trailhead)) and north to Fraserburgh (57°41′36″N 2°00′13″W / 57.6933°N 2.0037°W / 57.6933; -2.0037 (Formartine and Buchan Way, Fraserburgh trailhead)). It is 13 miles (21 km) to Peterhead and 15.5 to Fraserburgh.
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