I travelled across Scotland to meet up with my good friend Margaret for a day out on Rannoch Moor. We met at the Clachaig Inn, had a coffee and a wee (as women always do when out & about) then, leaving Margaret's husband and friends behind, we headed back through the mountain pass to Rannoch Moor.
Situated 1142 feet above sea level, and at the south eastern (ish) end of the very impressive Glencoe mountain range, Rannoch Moor can look an extremely bleak and uninviting part of the Scottish highland landscape. It is certainly wild, but not always described as beautiful.
Intrepid adventurers that we are, Margaret and I decided to tackle the barren and boggy terrain in search of something wonderful. We found it!!
It had been a slightly uncomfortable trek for me, although a rather humourous one for Margaret, who offered no assistance whatsoever when I sank practically knee-deep in the bog while trying to find a safe route across!
Before I could finish saying "it's alright Margaret, I think this bit's saaaaaaaaafe....." (squelch) all I could hear was her roaring with laughter. Upon extricating myself and my boots from the bog, I turned round to see her doubled over, wiping the tears from her eyes and at the silent laughing stage... thanks Margaret!!
It was certainly worth it though. We found a beautiful little beach with views across the lochan to the mountains beyond. It was perfect. The sun was shining, we were the only people there and we could have stayed all day! As it was, we had a couple of hours before heading back to Glencoe for a very welcome meal of haggis, neeps & tatties and clootie dumpling and custard at the Clachaig Inn. Yum!
It was a fantastic day out, made perfect by Margaret's company and I can't wait for the next time. Thanks Toots!
Thanks for visiting my blog and I shall be writing again very soon!
Rebecca
rtphotographics.co.uk
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