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 right next to the way, finally meet some Scottish natives of a different kind and have 2nd the best fish & chips on the planet.
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 the distant mountains above Rannoch Moor ahead of me dark rain clouds were hanging in the sky.