My hike up Sgur Na Eilde Mor was a little longer than need be, because I refused to believe the highly rutted trail I came upon was the right one and ended up following a track that soon deteriorated into a path laid out by a couple of deranged sheep having a very bad day. Following smart sheep on their best day is still no way to get anywhere. Spend a little time with sheep and you can see where the expression "wooly thinking" came from and why it is so apt. Anyway, after congratulating myself on reaching the "top" so quickly, I discovered that I was on a considerably smaller hill some 2 miles or more from my goal. Despite this it was a great day. The views of glacially carved ridges and corries (upland glens), rushing cascades, peaks of every shape was worth all the effort and much more.
Meanwhile Jean toured villages and waterfalls and priced local real estate.
Here are a couple of pictures of us at the head of Loch Leven
More about Scotland soon
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