Sunday, 24 August 2014

Day 6 Rowardennan to Inverarnan

We awake to clear blue skies and the view up the loch is pretty impressive.


Loch Lomond and the path north
It is also the day we leave Loch Lomond behind BUT not just yet.
So it’s along the loch moving past Ben Lomond off to the east but  not time to climb that, as its at least a half day walk.
To start the walk is pretty easy on good wide track.
A diversion due to track catches us by surprise necessitating and climb away from the loch, which doesn’t please us that much.
The view are obscured by trees, yet after a few kilometres we get back down to the loch and finally arrive at Inversnaid, basically a hotel, and a stop point from the various loch ferries. We lunch here and on setting off find an idiot who on turning out of the car park has headed off down the WHW, over a narrow bridge and simply seems incapable of driving back. So bad is he that he almost runs off the bridge, in spite of our entreaties as to the way to turn his wheel. WE finally get him off the bridge safely, I think he was pissed!
Then starts what turns out to be quite a difficult as it’s up and down along the loch banks with many undulations, not much in themselves yet quite tiring as it’s over quite uneven ground with rock, roots and uneven track. This goes on for some time until, past Ardlui, on the opposite bank, signals the ends of the lake.
A herd of deer watch us cautiously as we amble past.
A steep climb over Cnap Mor and we are away from the Loch.
It’s then a short walk, well 4 km, to the Drovers Inn, the oldest inn in Scotland and our rooms at Inveradennan.
Nevertheless, the day has been nearly 25 km and quite tiring, especially the latter part along the loch.
Bear frightened by walkers hat!
 It’s upstairs, the Haunted Room, in a very quaint inn that is simply packed with stuffed animals, a full sized bear greeting you at reception for example.
There are swords old tartan gear and general memorabilia of Scottish origin and none of it dusted for at least 3 centuries.
The bar is simply hopping, with all the staff wearing kilts (though none too sure if they were worn in the traditional style) packed and there’s live music with a guy who sounds just like Billy Connolly.
Luckily the music doesn’t intrude into the Haunted Room, so we sleep pretty well.

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