Roughly Drymen to Strathclyde park
After my week on Mull, I steamed out of Tyndrum, really beaming with the early morning sun. I just felt fully rejuvenated! I was at one with nature (man), and not in a digging veg patches, in the sweltering sun on an organic farm way. I did take my time over the last stretch of the West highland way between stops, just trying to soak up the last bits of the west highlands and not wanting to leave it behind! I’ve noticed that I’m now taking longer breaks during the days walk, well apart from when I’ve been mobbed by midges. MIDGES are awful but it could be worse!
The weirdest part of that section was this old hobo looking guy, I tried saying hello as I passed, but all I got back was a murmur. When l turned around to see his face, he was very disheveled, weather beaten and just looked out of place on this trendy ‘must ware my active-wear’ national trail. I could see a fair distance ahead of me on the path, but he seemed to appear out of know where, slowly shuffling up and down the path. Apparition?! A few minutes after I thought maybe it’s was a vision of my future, was that me aged 60, am I just gonna wander till I’m worn out?! He might have been one of the ex-homeless who just walk. I convinced myself after a while, that a couple coming towards me acknowledged his presence, he was not a haunting from a dickens novel. Move on.
I’m now safely out of Glasgow, had a good look around, but regretfully didn’t try a deep fried mars bar at the blue lagoon. I did meet up with a lovely local lass who forced me into her car, then drove me to a graveyard, I didn’t fully know what her intentions were, I pictured a pre dug grave and a Glaswegian-kiss into history.
Just so you know, Drymen has the worst campsite!
Again I’ve missed so much out.
James Johnson 