Up bright and early, the car mostly packed from the night before only needed the last few bits and pieces tossing in, and we were off! The Bothy has been wonderful, a comfy bed, a brilliant little kitchen with everything you could want or need, and a spacious living/dining area that easily accommodated every occasion. After a week’s stay we were quite sad to be leaving, however, we had plans that needed to be met!
From Fionnphort we took our last trip back along the A849 to Craignure, stopping at the ferry parking bay and getting out before crossing the road to go to MacGregors’s Roadhouse (nextdoor to Spar), why? Because we were deliberately early, hoping to make an earlier ferry back to Oban, and because we hadn’t had breakfast as a result. For the record, MacGregors’s does a fantastic bacon or bacon/sausage bap and coffee, the perfect pre-sailing breakfast! Supposedly there is wifi, though we struggled to get a signin or any response from the server, more’s the pity. Only downside was the queue, though having said that, even Arlene’s a few doors down was rammed, so it must’ve been a busy morning in Craignure!
The ferry sailing back was… fun. About halfway back, about the same time as everyone was taking in the view of Duart Castle in the distance, with Ben More rising even higher behind, we all noticed that we’d slowed down. As in we’d all but ground to a halt, then a shudder, and slowly we started moving again. Thinking no more of it we enjoyed the scenery, although wondered what was going on as our arrival time approached, and then went passed, and we were still in the middle of the Firth of Lorne. Almost an hour later and we pulled into Oban harbour, where we were then told that one of the engine’s had jammed, so we’d been coasting along with only two motors to get us back to the mainland. Amusing, and slightly worrying.
Once we disembarked from the ferry we headed north out of the town on the A828. Our next destination; Ballachulish, via Loch Creran, Barcaldine, Dallachulish, Appin, and Loch Linnhe. From Ballachulish we headed east on the A82 with our sights set on Glencoe Memorial site and the visitor centre there. For anyone who doesn’t know the tale, then I suggest you Google it, and then research it thoroughly as for many, many years there has been misinformation about what did happen, and who was actually responsible: hint, look at who was behind the massacre, not just the ones wielding the sword.
After pausing for our lunch, in the car park of course, with a thermos of hot coffee to wash down the sandwiches and cake – our parents would be so proud that we’re turning into them! – we then set off for our next waypoint, the Bridge of Orchy, Crianlarich, and into Loch Lomond & The Trossachs National Park. It was somewhere around Inveruglas that we met with the tailback of cars following a coach that seemed to not know either how wide it was, or the width of the roads. So unfortunately what should have taken half an hour, instead took nearly an hour. Had we actually been in a rush, this would’ve been incredibly annoying, instead we chose to meander along, admiring the views, and dreaming of our next trip north of the border. For now, we’re tucked into our overnight digs, and preparing for an early night, given tomorrow we have another early morning… but where are we going now?