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Time to visit the good folks in Plockton again.
I think it was on Arran in April of 2015 when I first noted how cool under pressure Scottish bus drivers are. They and lorry drivers must be the bravest of all Scots as the vehicles are big and the roads are wee. As we rode along the winding shores of Loch Lomond, a lorrie crept past with all of a foot between mirrors. Pictures from the bus are not the easiest to take but I did my best.
I visited Glen Coe with the Three Sisters (mountains) a few years back. That was in February and and as I passed through I realized it demands another visit in the summer.
I’m not sure if this is the famous “Wee White House” as there are a couple of more as you turn divers bends.
Once we passed Fort William, where there is a large Morrison’s for supplies (actually just a liter of Famous Grouse) and a short break to switch drivers, the sun came out. The new driver mistook himself for Jackie Stewart as we careened along like a road-a-coaster, but he was obviously not new to the roadeo so all was well.
Considering I’d been told that it was a wet summer, the low water of this loch seemed odd. The band of white sand on the shoreline should be under water so this is probable due to a draw down by the Scottish Hydro folks.
The fullness of this loch compared to the previous supports my hypothesis.
The Skye Bridge.
Our bus dropped me off near the Kyle of Lochalsh Hotel where I can tell you from previous experience there is a nice pub.
I spent a few minutes chatting with Christine, who was ticket master, museum hostess and custodian at the rail station. Only a 1/2 hour wait, a 15 minutes train ride and I’ll be on my way to a pint of whatever Andy Will’s Plockton Ale has to offer
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