Immersed in the West
It’s misty and moody and I just can’t stay away.
Scotland’s west coast has been calling me this summer and I’m no sooner away than I’m back. I’ve walked through showers and downpours then wakened in the tent to pools of water in the “porch” and a wee cowerin’ beastie (not a rat or mouse or vole – so what was it?) nestling under my rucksack. That was a surprise; for both of us.
I follow hill tracks and paths with a head full of Bonny Prince Charlie, clan battles and Highlanders, between mountains and alongside rivers in spate; near Glencoe, Black Mount and onwards to Kingshouse below the Buachaille Etive Mor.
And I’m going back again today. Stob Binnean and Ben More are the big hills that beckon my old walking pal and I. There’s rain forecast, of course, but we’re undaunted.