This morning we were in a taxi by 7.30, for a drive through almost deserted streets to Glasgow's Queen St Station. The drive took us all of 15 minutes. The station was bristling with police officers, possibly to deter would be terrorists or to reassure people in the aftermath of the appalling Manchester bombing. Everyone we spoke to today talked about it - it really confonts everyone's basic sense of human decency, to deliberately target young people like that.
The train is slow and a bit chaotic, but a lot of fun. The scenery is picture postcard beautiful for mile after mile. We got talking to two Glaswegian sisters heading off to Skye for a family reunion and a bit of a holiday. They were very entertaining company and the trip to Fort William passed very pleasantly.
The hotel is at the opposite end of town to the train station, so a bit of a schlep with the bags, but worth it - a fantastic view and the nicest space so far on the trip.
While Anne had a rest, I walked along the Great Glen path to the ruined 13th century Castle of Inverlochy site of the first Battle of Inverlochy, and several hundred years later, the second Battle of Inverlochy. Holders of the Castle lost both times. It is a ruin but still substantial to this day.
It rained most of the time, but there were some magnificent views of Been Nevis, and across the loch, but I am afraid the lambs in the paddock through which the Great Glen pathway passes were the cutest.
We had dinner in the hotel, which was twice as expensive as last night's, but about half as nice. There must be a moral in there somewhere.
A bit of a later start tomorrow which will be good as I think we are a bit tired.
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