Yesterday I headed out for a drive with Amy, and we’d decided to head up to Loch Lomond.
It was a bank holiday, and so we wisely headed to the top to Ardlui and avoided most of the obvious crowds and traffic.
The loose plan was to get to the top, and walk over to the other side for a wander around.
On the way, we came across this abandoned building and went down the pier…
Rather than walk further down the road, we headed into the woodland. Jumping across wee streams, fallen trees, occasional barbed-wire fences…
Despite failing to take in to account we’d driven to the top of the Loch, we eventually realised we were just walking up a fucking river, leaving the Loch behind… either way, turns out we sat on a log by the side of River Falloch for a while, before midges zeroed in on our location and we had to split…
Amy was more prepared than me, she had proper boots on. Ready for anything.
I didn’t take that many photos in the woods, my main focus was to not sink in all the bogs.
Predictably, I sunk.
Laces were tied though, so I didn’t lose my trainers… small victories n’ that.
We walked back up a wee river, and navigated the rocks under a bridge, and scrambled up along the side back to the road – probably terrifying the drivers as we emerged from nowhere.
We walked back to the car and headed north, stopping to look back over Loch Tulla.
Aimlessly driving, it wasn’t long before we ended up near Glen Coe.
There’s a distinct lack of photos right now, but I did take my film camera so maybe there’s more there for another day… I can’t remember… to be honest, I think my body is still in shock from a combination of the initial panic of almost running out of petrol, to the volume of Tea and Mac & Cheese we consumed once we got home.