I catch the bus to Appin, and get off at the now familiar bus stop. From here it’s just a short walk down the road to rejoin the cycle way.
This vehicle, parked in yard, seems to have a message for me. “NO…LIFE.LIVEIT.” Huh? I have no idea what that means. Continue reading
Walking along this quiet road is fine. But a road is still a road. So when I spot the opportunity to follow a track, and walk closer to the coast, I decide to take it. There are only a couple of gates to navigate, and they’re easy to open.
I am reassured to see a local man waiting for the bus. But he asks me if the bus is really running, and tells me he doesn’t normally catch public transport. We wait with growing unease. This is supposed to be the school bus, but there are no children waiting. Oh dear. Continue reading
I’m lost in the woods!
I know that if I follow the same paths I took before, I’ll end up going round in a circle again. So instead of following the “long route”, I follow the “short route”.
It was the 21st June, and the longest day of the year, when I set off on the long drive back up to Scotland. I was on a lonely stretch of the A85, and only a couple of hours away from my destination, when I came across a motorcyclist in a ditch. The accident had only just happened. Continue reading
The bus takes a confusing route into Connel. Convinced we’re about to bypass the town altogether, I panic – and get off several stops too early, so I must walk nearly a mile to reach the place where I ended my last walk.
Despite the dismal weather, the Falls of Lora look impressive today. Yes, there’s definitely lots of white water flowing under the bridge.
There is no footpath marked on my map, but I found a description online for a walk along the coast from Ganavan Bay northwards, and I jotted down the instructions on my OS map.
First, I must go “through bushes at the far end of beach” and then through a kissing gate. So far, so good, and the path looks pretty clear.
I’m really looking forward to today’s walk. After many miles of inland walking, it will make a nice change to be on the coast again. I leave The Beast in the caravan park and set off along the narrow lane towards the Sound of Kerrera.
Although being forced to walk inland has been rather irritating, I’m grateful to be off the horrible A816, and glad to have discovered the beautiful Loch Nell. I prop my camera on a gate post and take a self-portrait.
I get off the bus at the Kilninver bus stop, and try not to think about the walk ahead. There’s going to be a lot of road walking today.
It’s a miracle I managed to get here at all because, when I caught the bus from Oban, I had a ‘senior moment’. Continue reading