Then up to Glencoe, stopping at the Green Welly for a quickie lunch. In fact, we could have walked up to Glencoe faster as the “Great” British Cycle Run was taking place with 800 of the effing mobile chicanes causing misery & loss of income to hundreds of motorists, motocyclists & more importantly lorry drivers. Absolute chaos
We travelled so slowly that the damned things were overtaking us on the left!
Up reasonably sharp on Saturday, but delayed by a puncture on Les’s bike. The rest, other than the caring JPG bu—erd off, while Les went to the garage to blow up the tyre & accompanied by the very considerate aforementioned JPG detoured via Kinlochleven & truly enjoyed themselves- a cracking road.
The rest were feeding their bellies in Ft William, that is minus Grumpy who diverted mistakenly to Mallaig & John & Shona Mitchell, who trumped Grumpy by finishing up in Oban- you couldn’t make it up!
The road to Mallaig was very good & the visual impact teriffic. Not as breathtaking as the road to Lochaillort & crossing the Ardnamurchan peninsula. Fab, fab views, always seeming to be going downhill, & enjoyed following Arthur, yes, Arthur on his 125 Honda. Perfect journey to the Corran Ferry.
Home to Glencoe & this time ate at the Clachaig Inn, on the old Glencoe Road. Again, so busy, we ate outside & it was very enjoyable. You could almost believe there was enough tourist money to off-set the oil revenue loss- as if! We needed the two 3 wheeler cars & sidecar outfit as well as Arthur’s car to get there, so a number built up a thirst for when they got back to Camp
So home in the rain thereafter, from about Tarbet. But a stonking weekend and many thanks, again, to Bill who managed to fit this in between his many overseas holidays, what with Holland, 1 day back, Glencoe, Italy a day later & back, India & awaiting story etc