Arriving in Scotland

Dark craggy shapes against a turbulent sky, an intake of breath released in a slow "aaaaaah! Look!"

The first view of the area around Fort William was from the window of a taxi. A rather long, three-hour taxi ride courtesy of First Scot Rail. There are three trains a day to Fort William from Glasgow and we were supposed to catch the mid-day one but due to maintenance work the connection from Edinburgh was over thirty minutes late and we missed it, the next train was around 5p.m. Without a moment's hesitation the Station Manager arranged for our 120 mile taxi ride ~ now there's a lesson for GNER.
Our driver was a young chap from Glasgow and his first response was, "I've never been there. Do you know the way?" His dispatcher soon helped him out with directions and the miles slipped by as he chatted amiably about Scotland, his girlfriend and football. The journey didn't seem long but as we sped past Loch Lomond we suddenly realised our driver was getting a little tense. "I'm supposed to be meeting my girlfriend at 6 o'clock. I'll not make it. She'll kill me!" We reached Fort William around 4.30 p.m. I hope hiss girlfriend believed him because as he said 'Goodbye!' we noticed his face was badly scratched.

Fort William sits on the shores of Loch Linnhe and Loch Eil, at the southern end of the Great Glen under the gaze of Ben Nevis.

"Goodnight!"
A slow walk along the loch