A fresh dump of snow, overcast, cold, damp, sleety and miserable. Perfect picnic weather for the Macfarlanes.
Past Aberfoyle the road to Inversnaid became tyre tracks through the snow, the trees branches hanging low under the unexpected weight of so much new wet snow. A genuine winter wonderland. Holly yelled with excitement when we came across a herd of wild goats, including what looked like a recent addition to the family, hope they’re okay in this return to winter.
Inversnaid is full of memories for me, but none of them include the waterfall looking quite so magnificent as it did today. Thundering over the rocks the water was. Brilliant.
We walked the West Highland Way for a while until Holly picked our picnic spot by the Loch. The sleety drizzle started picking up the pace a little, but we didn’t bother with it, we were all wrapped up. The Loch was silent and dark, and across its waters the Loch Sloy power station pipes slid into the low cloud in search of the hidden summits of the Arrochar Alps. So much grey and white around brought out all the rusty browns and lush greens of the bank where lingered. Nature never really gives up on trying to impress.
By the time we got back to the motor the sleet was more insistent, and 0n the road back we were sweeping proper snow off the windscreen to keep a clear view of the numerous potholes ahead. The Lochs and Glens bus stopped to let us by. Never have I known one of these drivers to do such a thing bless ‘im. He’s either very new in the job or a genuinely thoughtful fella. There were five Lochs and Glens buses at the Inversnaid Hotel. I wonder what the passengers made of the place?
We stopped for warm cuppas and cake in Aberfoyle. Liz Macgregor’s Tearoom is a cracking wee place, it’s winter, but not only was it open, it was busy, well-stocked with tasty stuff and friendly. Maybe there’s hope for us after all.
Family, outdoors, food. There is no bigger Win.