Back into Oban on the ferry and a pitstop into Tesco for diesel, we’re heading for Fort William….us and the rest of the convoy from Mull.
Driving through the Glencoe and Nevis range ski area, there’s the white scars on the slopes showing the remains of this seasons snowfall. The drive through Glen, never ceases to amaze with those 3000ft plus Munro’s looming large from the valley floor. Every lay by has tour coaches parked up with camera wielding tourists snapping every second.
Along Loch Leven and Loch Linnhe we turn up following Glen Nevis to our night time stop over.
Growing up in the 80’s and being in the Navy, quite nicely prepares you for the more austere of Campsite facilities, not so here in at Glen Nevis Caravan and Camping Park, nestled in the foothills of Ben Nevis, it’s a big site, but the showers have endless hot water, they’re heated, clean and Radio 2 is played inside the shower block.
A brisk 4KM walk into Fort William to meet with friends who have had to leave their Campervan behind in Cornwall due to engine trouble, finishes with a wee dram.
The following morning we paid our respects to the fallen, at The Commando Memorial, and read the touching epitaph’s some of old soldiers, and some from the more recent Afghan conflict.
With time to spare before the ferry from Malliag, we called in at the Glenfinnan Memorial, behind the visitor centre is the real attraction, the Glenfinnian Viaduct, best know to those who watch the Harry Potter films, as the Hogwarts Express steams across it.
What came as a shock was the White Sands of Morar, white sandy beaches that would not look out of place in the Seychelles or the Caribbean!
Onto the ferry at Mallaig, and Earl was given pride of place.
Next stop Isle of Skye.