The Rowardennan, was good, even though it's a complete contradiction. The room was lovely, king size bed, flat screen TV, bathroom with bath (oh was she happy), laundry service, the biz. Only thing was, the light in the bathroom was on a timer - so there she was in a lovely Radox Bath (yes she's been saving it for just such an occasion) and it all went dark. By night 2 she'd figured out, that if she wafted the shower screen around, it put the light back on, which was good because dad was getting fed up of opening the bathroom door every 30 seconds!
Well, the cake never made it (Sal's on the case), but the flowers caught up with us yesterday. A lovely spray of freesia and gypsophila, see he does listen sometimes. Mum wrapped just one flower in a damp tissue and fastened it to her rucksack, but sadly, it didn't last long.
She started the day with a new lipsol, and puckered up for a kiss. Umm, says he, raspberry, cherry? No says mum, close, mint. Brings back memories of Stan Ogden kissing Hilda, oh that's nice says he, what is it? Hilda replies, woman Stanley, woman.
Mum and I can't believe it, but when we unpacked the box, we were 3 maps short. When he'd finished hyper-ventilating, we realised that it was intentional, because the WHW is so well signed. And so it proved to be the case ( don't worry he still had the satnav!).
Today's walk, of 14 miles, was nearly all through Queen Elizabeth Forest. The first half to Inversnaid was lovely. Forest tracks and a gentle gradient. After that it became a tad more challenging, with some fairly rough territory, and lots of ups and downs, but nonetheless very pleasant.
We keep harping on about the bluebells, but mum says she has never seen anything like these. They are everywhere and in volume - not seas, but oceans of bl. F ue, and such an overpowering aroma.
Apparently, the forest is famous for deer, pine martens, and feral goats. Although we only saw plenty of signs from the first 2, we did get to see a feral goat kid.
Talking of kids, mum was enchanted by a dipper trying to teach her youngster to fly. She kept coming to him with a small fish and then flying away with it. She teased him several times, and we never did see him get it before we had to move on.
About halfway along we came across a Scottish family - mum dad and 2 kids. The gaentleman said to us, this is Rob Roy's cave isn't it. We dutifully agreed, not having a clue. The lady, quietly advised that they knew nothing about RR, so dad, in his wisdom, thought he would tell them the story........until mum kicked his leg (is this the wacko game again I thought?) and suggested it maybe wasn't his place to tell the Scots their heritage.
We made it to Beinglas in really good time. The tent is pitched, we've eaten to busting at the on-site restaurant and now we're going to go and chill.
Tyndrum tomorrow and visitors....yeh!
Keep spreading the word.
M
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