It’s a much cooler day with isolated showers. Tomorrow we move the six miles or so to Loch Leven. The one that runs into and out of Loch Linnhe. It’s a sea loch so does flow both ways, not the one near Kinross.
This morning we walked the logging track for about two and a half hours. A couple of hours up hill and half an hour back down. I didn’t take a tripod so no HDR. I don’t know what these pictures will look like as I’m still not confident looking at the new screen. It was almost dark in the trees but sunbeams were lighting the hills and mountains around. The less romantic side of Scotland. Timber is a thriving industry and apart from tourism there is precious little else.
The little dimple to the left of the dead tree breaking the horizon is, as far as I can tell, Ben Nevis. These roads aren’t marked on the map so it’s difficult to be sure exactly where I am. I must get my GPS sorted out…..It is somewhere safe.
If I’ve written something rude as the title to this post I apologise. It’s supposed to say Goodbye Glencoe in Gaelic.
That’s all for today.