What a day, it snowed a wee bit overnight and I took the dogs a walk in the dark. It still doesn’t get light here till around nine. Then I packed the truck and went to take pictures of the waterfall in Glencoe. When I drove down the glen on Wednesday it was a magnificent cataract. Today a trickle, a travesty of it’s former self. Last time I saw it the black rocks were covered, unfortunately I had a timber truck about a yard from my bum so didn’t dare stop. Timber trucks rule the roads in the Highlands. Rightly so….They are bigger than I am.
It was off to Fort William for some provisions at Morrison’s, some decent diesel from BP and a new pair of trainers from the Ellis Brigham emporium.
I only wear Meindl approach shoes, wellies or big boots for crampons. Meindl come in all shapes and sizes and fit and don’t skid. They are so expensive that for the last six months of their life I have wet feet. I wear them till the uppers part company with the soles; the soles are precious thin by this stage and for months I’ve felt every pebble I’ve walked on……I forgot Ellis Brigham…..I still have wet feet and can not only feel pebbles but the pattern in the Linoleum on the van floor.
Forgetting is in the past.
I set off up the Great Glen. I called in at the Nevis Range Mountain Resort to see if they took campers. Unlike Glencoe it appears they don’t.
I passed through Spean Bridge and stopped at the Commando Memorial. I was going to take it’s picture but it started snowing and a coach load of Chinese engulfed it.
The same view a few minutes later. This is what I came for. It’s not snowing properly but it felt cold and it felt right, it looked beautiful to me, like having two dawns in a day. A few minutes after this I was white over.
On we motored up the glen and stopped at Loch Lochy. Same day but ten miles and fifteen minutes apart. Beautiful.
Loch Lochy from the layby where the big greasy spoon buttie wagon lives. It was shut so I couldn’t get a square sausage bap. I’d been dreaming of a greasy sandwich all morning, I only had a banana for breakfast in anticipation of a Lorne sausage sandwich with mushrooms and naff brown sauce. Bugger!
I arrived at Fort Augustus, showed yesterdays creation and was admitted, After fifteen miles of uphill and downhill on mostly single, snowy track road we arrived at Foyers and our home for a few days or weeks.
It has been a day of good and bad but I’m happy. I got a snap fit for my desktop, That’s two pictures I like in a month.
Tomorrow I’ll show you Loch Ness it is a hundred yards from the van and had I had the foresight to buy whiskey I could show you the monster that lurks in her depths. Have fun.