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... Here's what my original entry said: more wet weather, more snowy mountains, more lochs, more waterfalls, more deer, Oban another dead location. That's seriously it! The highlight of the day was definitely our stop at Glencoe. We walked up to a viewpoint so that we could see the iconic railway arches that the Hogwarts Express travels over on its journey to Hogwarts, and got a beautiful view over the lake ...
... as not normal naan. As well as this, the waiter was keen to sell us beer, asking Will for ID as well as repeatedly offering me beer, until I told him I was underage, at which he asked if we were going to the pub after.
... gulls wheel and mew and survey their territory, white wings soaring joyously, defying both gravity and the passing of the seasons.
I go up to the cemetery with some blazing fuchsia cut from the garden and spend a little time there peacefully, the happy ghosts of past outings populating the scenery around me. Driving slowly home, I know that I am in the right place and even though things will never be the same again,
life can still be good.
Monday 11th November
We had a long day's drive ahead with a stop at Hadrian's Wall along the way. First we cleaned and packed and left by 9:30. The countryside was a lot sparser now. A few farmhouses but mostly fields and sheep. As we neared Hadrian’s Wall the landscape was becoming more rugged. It was a cold and rainy day so the grey skies made the outlook quite dramatic.
There are many spots to see Hadrian’s Wall as it is quite a long wall. We ...
Almost no family today, although the Munros would have known this area. I also noticed yesterday that there is a Lake Glashan not far from Lochgilphead. Mary Munro’s mother was Sarah Maglashan and also came from around here. At the beginning I have put the photo of Keillsbeg taken when it was getting dark. Now I know that is where Archibald Fletcher, and his wife, Mary, plus son, Archibald, were living just before he died in 1891. It is quite ...