Let’s face it: You probably can’t walk 154km without things getting monotonous every once in a while. For me, this happened on this leg of the trip. This is not the West...
In this part of my West Highland Way travelogue, I encounter the legendary monster of Loch Tulla, am offered help from friendly Scottish walkers, find a luxury en-suite accommodation...
Rain ahead,
Rain behind,
Cannot trouble the walker's mind.
In a spontaneous attack of inspiration this cheeky verse has come to my mind. Why? Both, behind and above...
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