A reasonable journey, some craic with the ferrymen and a nice meal followed by a convivial but not outrageous night at the Inn.
Saturday was unbelievably glorious, sun shining but cold, we set off round the Loch, me panting and complaining (I much prefer an engine) but to be honest going much slower allowed me to appreciate the scenery more, several times I tried to get pictures of Herons as they majestically swooped along the loch looking for food but as soon as I raised the camera they buggered off! I did 10 miles, Fiona 12 (I stalled at the top of a big hill and refused to down it as it meant coming back up on the way back) A pleasant way to spend the day but even Fiona was saying that she preferred an engine.
Another more hectic evening in the pub on Saturday (earlier start) meant I left Mrs R to pilot us home on Sunday. On the Saturday night the pub was quite busy when we went to eat but empty when we came back, a local octogenarian had gone missing earlier in the day and being such a cold night there was some concern, the locals to a man (and woman) immediately set of to search, a couple of hours later the man was found with not too much adverse effects, the rescuers came back to the pub, job done, brilliant thing about these rural communities, in times of need they all help each other, all in all a braw weekend but the Tour De France can wait a wee while yet!
|The burn at Strontian
|Nice day for it
|Cooler when the sun went down
|Snow on the peaks
|Nature lighting the hills
|An ethereal glow
|Not so calm Gino
|Waiting on Fiona to catch up......
|Interesting sign for those telecoms geeks amongst us