Day Four (Rowardennan to Crianlarich)
Something’s up ! No, not England beating Scotland that night.
We only stay at B&B when we’re totally drowned or knackered.. the Way has been pretty easy going, flat wide paths & sun shining . .
The cheeky devil, had invited a friend along for a couple of days. Kept that one quiet . . I thought this was OUR holiday.
She doesn’t know what she’s in for…He’s brought the big boots - this is going to get wet & muddy.
. . Everyone loves a dog hug, don’t they?
Okay, let’s plan . . first, must get free of this lead . . . then glorious mud, glorious mud . .
Free at last
Loch Lomond
Rowchoish Bothy
I was sad to say goodbye to the Loch . .
Needn’t have bothered, the path was littered with roots and stones & she tripped over and fell in the stream . . impressed me though as she got up & carried on without a murmur … ahh Ian, she would’ve made a good catch.
Ian used to be a bit of a moaner… I once pulled him over into a load of thorn bushes . . ouch
. . he spent the next week cursing me & flicking the splinters at me . . Toughened him up, as when I pulled him over on the second day of another walk, he broke a rib, but soldiered on for next two weeks.
Must control my urges.
Let’s be straight, there is no way I’m giving my spot up in the tent,
so, where’s she sleeping?
With limited daylight, I was really enjoying less hours walking & more hours chilling, so I was perplexed with the guest houses & campsite all closed, we’d pass lovely bothies, even a cave, fit for an outlaw, without a thought of stopping . . until arrr, a lovely oldy worldy pub .. The Drover’s Inn…
Urrr . .it shivers me to tell you . . the most gruesome sight . .
A giant stuffed bear . . what a dreadful way to go . .
Ian insisted on having a meal, which he shared, calming me down . . and a few treats. Good lad had posted a few in the package he picked up earlier at the B&B.
It was Saturday live music night & they’d been full for months . . phew. . .
Got my night goggles out and led him through the darkness, every now ‘n’ again, glancing back . . no one followed . . .