"End to End via the Margins"
Some of yesterday and some of today I've been troubled by a problem - the weather looks wetter than it really is. Either the elevation of the mountains is giving me a false idea of distance, or rain is actually falling on that side of the loch, but dissipates before it gets to me. Either way, it doesn't help with the "how to dress" dilemma. It's such a hassle getting the bag off and putting my waterproof on that I tend to anticipate rain and put the cagoule on at every convenient opportunity. This makes me far too sweaty on the more arduous passages, of which there have been plenty today. Anyway, it's not bad if that's the worst problem I can think of. The feet are a little sore, but basically sound, a lot better than they were in Edinburgh.
The rock here is dark, folded and lustrous, with quartz veins, some thick, some delicate as a thread. There have been bluebells all over the place for two days now.
I took it easy in the morning, to be fresh for the harder work of the afternoon, which I also did moderately gently. May God give me the grace to watch others go past me and not want to chase them down. Despite having been all my life as far from athletic as it's possible to be, I still have a competitive streak, which may go some way to explaining why I'm doing this trip.
I had lunch in splendid isolation in the dining room of the Inversnaid Hotel. On the way in the afternoon I realised I had been seeing the imprints of other people's sticks. They were mostly on the same side as mine, right handers going north, I guess, though there's probably one or two left handers going south. Minorities may be important in my ethical universe, but in fact I can't help being a majority person, white, right handed, blood group O rhesus positive, etc.. Probably quite a lot of you, reading this, are the same. By the way, my stick is not oak, but 5083 aluminium alloy, with a steel tip and an ergo-grip.
There are some fantastic ladders and footbridges on this path, testimony to the courage and enterprise of the people who built it.Pictures from today...
Memorial spot on the bank of Loch Lomond
One of many waterfalls
This looks like a pumped storage scheme - or it may be a hydroelectric power station with the reservoir out of view
Wild goat - either it was odourless or I smelt too strong to notice anything else
Living God, we pray for all people who find the path is rough and the work hard. Give them strength.
Give us strength too, for it comes to us all sometimes.
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