The Inn On Loch Lomond
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... I could print the tickets. The clerk offered to let me use her computer to print the tickets. I have never had that allowed before, but perhaps it is easier and less expensive than maintaining a separate computer for the customers to use. I took just a few minutes to pull up my email and print the confirmation email with the tickets, then I was back out of her office and out of her way. The service here ...
... high jump, the very young ones straining mightily to leap half a metre. Round the perimeter the obstacle race is in progress, open to anyone who wants to have a go. Seagulls wheel and mew, and the surrounding hills dwarf the crowds as the sounds disperse upwards.
The stalls around the arena cater to all sorts of needs, from National Trust membership to haggis, ice cream, midge repellent and picnic rugs. One marquee is fronted by a set ...
... then into Helensburgh, where I was born. Again it was raining, so we parked at a small park on the waterfront and admired the view for a while. We carried on along the coast, along the shore of the Gair Loch, past the huge submarine base at Faslane, which employs 11000 people. A very scenic route through Glen Fruin brought us to Luss while driving along this road, it's like the lowlands are on one side, the highlands on the other! Luss is a very ...
... 19th century. Originally it was known as Clachan Dru (the dark village) because it lay in the shadow of the surrounding hills. We take the longest of the four walks around the village which takes in the village, the church with ancient graveyard, the river, the slate quarry and the surrounding woodland. The church is very pretty and the churchyard includes two headstones from 7th ...
... was his son, whom Donna & I had met on one of our walks to the Stones. He had been out walking his daughter and son. And we had met his wife at the dance. She was one of the people who stood in line to get her picture taken with Mr. Handsome.
Back to the hike. Once again it was just the Atlantic, the rocks, the sheep and I. A cairn built entirely of hiker’s rocks though bespoke the fact that the sheep had entertained other visitors in the past. I scouted ...