Day Eight – Kinlochleven to Fort William and . . .
He’s so predictable. I knew today was the last day . . he was polishing off the last scraps in the backpack & I was given my emergency rations.
I love the euphoria but the melancholy of the freedom & enjoyment coming to an end is tough.
Last time we were in Scotland, we earned a well-deserved free half . .
Wonder what we’ll get this time ?. . I’ll take a dram of whiskey . .
I was astounded . . .
But first, there’s always a sting in the tail . . The Highlands had been easy on us, until now . . .
I’ve been a good dog, respectful of the wildlife, not dirtying the path (just in case Ian can’t scrapit all up), clean my plate, not shaking my self inside, . . . so why oh why is someone or thing hurling blocks of ice at my head, straight in my face . . bl**dy hurts.
I now understand “Stay clam . . carry on” . . cause all you can do is head down, head on.
Ian wisely followed my lead . . literally as he lost balance on the stepping stones, after I spotted the ideal time for a yank & he ended up [censored] over tit in the stream . .
Surprisingly he just smirked . . Huh, I need a set of his waterproofs.
We were kicking up a head of steam . . only one bus from Fort William allows dogs (at driver’s discretion). I’ve been ordered to look like butter wouldn’t melt in my mouth, but I hate butter.
Fort William -
Poor chap . . it was so cold, he was rock solid . .
Who is he?
Never could fix that rotation -
The lady in the train station was super nice & gentle and helped get me all dry and clean with her lovely soft towels . . surely not all this attention to impress a bus driver…
You’ll never guess, our Angel appeared at the bus stop to check if I had managed to drag Ian safely through the mountains. Great to know someone one’s looking out for you. Thanks.
Bus journey was a hoot . . whilst Ian was trying to clean the windows to spot Nessie, I had 25 school kids vying to give me attention . . then back on the trains, from Inverness to Perth . . . where were we heading . . . ?
Wet, muddy, smelly . . such an embarrassment, with his wet tent sticking out his back pack, we wander into Gleneagles Hotel . .
Well done son, through work he got us a couple of free nights
. . . ooh, 5 star breakfasts . . yummy
. He had the luxury room. I didn’t care, cause I was sharing with the gun dogs. We had a blast, regaling hunting adventures & escapades, me from the mean streets of Mexico and them from the Scottish wilds. Oh, I learnt so much.
Can’t wait for our next adventure . . to the Alps . . Marmots I’m coming for you!
The nice guys at Virgin , due to the cancelled & delayed train, have given us a free return journey. . . Yorkshire or Scotland. . . dilemmas?
I hope you liked my trip report as much as I enjoyed the adventure. hey, but wait it’s incomplete . .
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