Loch Lomond, A’ Chrois on the Beinn Narnain ridge and the hydro power station.
The second day of our Scottish getaway began with a great deal more promise than the first had. To my great surprise, Geordie Munro had somehow been persuaded to drop his plan to bag the Corbett Beinn an Lochain from the Rest and be Thankful pass, and he and the rest of the party had all decided to head for Ben Vane, thus fitting in with JB’s desire to grab one of the few remaining missing summits on his second round of the Munros. The rest of the party that is, excepting S and myself who were once again looking for a gentler alternative. We had a cunning plan: join the others on the track up from Loch Lomond towards Loch Sloy, but then divert southwards over a pass and into Glen Loin which would take us down to Arrochar on the shores of Loch Long and a pub which S seemed to be quite excited about visiting. At the Inveruglas car park we discovered that this is the first leg of the Three Lochs Way, and according to the information board, about 10km in length.
Views on much of the walk were impeded by Pylons, sub-stations and other power station paraphernalia. This shot was a rare opportunity to get a photo without them intruding. With that caveat, this was a nice little walk and judging from the number of people we met coming the other way, quite popular.
At the top of the pass we stopped for another brew and had just finished savouring it when the sleet arrived. It continued to rain on and off as we walked down Glen Loin. Another rainbow day.
By the time we reached Arrochar, it was brightening up again and I really enjoyed the walk through the village. We didn’t see the sea eagles which apparently can occasionally be spotted here, but there were cormorants sitting proudly on buoys and several pairs of eider ducks, which I’ve rarely seen before and which are very handsome. (No decent photos, sadly.)
A return visit to this area is definitely on the cards, partly because…
…I’ve never climbed Ben Arthur (an unfortunate oversight which clearly needs to be put right)..
Loch Long View
…and because S was quite right to be excited about the Village Inn in Arrochar. We grabbed the prime spot by an open fire again and enjoyed a few pints and the Ireland versus France six-nations match on the telly. I was going to order something healthy to eat too, maybe soup, perhaps the Cullen Skink from the Special’s Board, but as you can probably tell from his impish grin in the photo above, S had other plans and when the waitress took our order he used hypnotism to force me to plump for the mixed grill. Nasty trick that. He almost bamboozled me into ordering a ginormous sundae too, but I resisted that temptation. See, I’m strong-willed me.
It had turned into a cracking afternoon and I couldn’t help but feeling a little jealous of the others and the views they must have been enjoying, especially since, unlike the Tarmachan ridge which I’d missed out on the day before, I’ve never been up Ben Vane. (Andy’s posts of the weekend, when he gets round to them will be well worth a read I suspect.)
Still, it was a great weekend, the sun shined (at times), the same old, old stories were polished, rehashed and giggled at all over again, old friends were caught-up with, I rediscovered my inner beer-monster (who very rarely makes an appearance these days) , and I very much enjoyed my two low-level walks with S. Fine times!