Into the West Highlands
After an afternoon break at Luss we carried on along the West Highland Way and, as we did so, bemoaned the demise of ‘Uncle’ Phil because we did not know the names of the various mountains and he would have reeled them off with ease. This distinctive mound is, I think, An Caisteal (The Castle) so named for the shape of its summit rocks.
After that I have largely given up trying to identify the different summits and shall settle simply for enjoying the scenery as we head from Tyndrum up to Rannoch Moor.
The light effects as we went from Rannoch Moor down into Glencoe and on to Ballahulish was magnificent with the sun’s rays shining down through the clouds.
We went through Fort William where a scrambling and trials bike convention had filled all the hotels and ended up at the Spean Bridge Hotel for the night. A walk through Spean Bridge after dinner, with the snowy heights of Ben Nevis in the distance, resulted in us finding there was more to the village than met the eye and a back road besides the River Spean was delightful.
Katie aged 6 months
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