Angus

For the next week, welcome to my Time Machine as I write my imaginations regarding the experiences I may or may not be having while doing the walk I am not doing right at this moment, but will be doing once we enter our West Highland Way Tardis thingy. I’m going to have to wangle my song titles into this. Could be tricky. Three, two, one…. Atomize!

So here we are walking happily from Milngavie to Drymen on the first day of our walk. Unlike my original forecast, we are experiencing blue skies. Everyone (almost … there’s bound to me a moaner ….could be me) is in good spirits.

And why wouldn’t we be. The sky is blue…look there’s an Aberdeen Angus frollicking in a field…. and we’re fairly skipping along. We’ve already escaped the northern outreaches of Glasgow, and though the world renowned Highlands aren’t upon us quite yet, we are content.

Only 10 more miles to Drymen. Only 96 more to Fort William. It’s gonna be a doddle.