Smelly, stuffy room, creaky bunks and rain at dawn. It's another Monday morning on the road.
The crianlarich experience lacked finesse somehow, but I should have learned by now about the yha lottery. Anyway the good thing about the crappy hostel is it usually opens the door to more uplifting experience the next day
In this case we learned by complete chance (and the eavesdropping of a walker on our dinner conversation) that the planned stay For Monday night at loch Ossian Eco hostel was flawed in a somewhat fundamental way, namely that there is no vehicular access and it's in a very remote spot
Quite how this had escaped the eagle planners of the trip is a bit of a mystery but as one of said planners i guess hold up my hand ...
Trigger total panic and rushed re planning and we managed to conjure up two beds for the boys at glencoe yha. I must admit here to a slight sense of humour failure - the day having been more than normally stressful - so the prospect of a night in the glencoe dorm with 10 hairy walkers was the end. Throwing caution to the winds I declared to isobel that we would find a nice pub to stay in
The drive over the highland mountains was spectacular in a slightly forbidding way. It proved fun cycling for the boys until they got to the top of glencoe when some serious rain and cold set in. They got here in good time - drowned again - and settled down to a marathon monopoly session
My fairy godmother being in fine fettle, we happened across a lovely pub just down the road form the hostel, and we got the last room so isobel and I are holed up in the inn, complete with comfy beds, towels, tea, and free wifi access downstairs
It's raining again outside, butnguess what? It Feels like heaven
Before I sign off, top marks to Cindy who had the guts to write a comment
Hail our latest follower all the way from the bottom of Africa. Hello Cindy!
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