Day Three (Drymen to Rowardennan)
OMG… our beautiful tent turned white overnight… and Ian’s destroying it...
Reminded me when I trashed his last tent at Tan Hill Inn chasing a sheep. Oops.
It’s amazing what you can do with some tape.
On closer inspection, he was breaking the ice off it..
Wonder if that’ll be our last night in a tent.
I want a B&B! I want a B&B!
Oh, a cosy room with sausages & black pudding…yummy
Now, one of my bitches… er girlifriends, Daisy.
She’s from Nepal. Well she told me her best buddy, Pawan ran this Way in less than 2 days..
Not sure if it’s the same Way as she said there were lakes and superb views….
Wait . . . Wow…
Me, with 'the Rab man'
Views of Loch Lomond from Conic Hill
Yeah… B&B ! Do they have black pudding in Scotland?
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.
He he . . 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 !
Needn’t of 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…
ahh Ian, she would’ve made a good catch.
A little dip in Loch Lomond
I was sad to say goodbye to the Loch . .
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 splitters 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 huts, 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 . . .
Really tired, fancy a nap . .
Hasta luego amigas