Went to Nevis Range in the morning. It was drizzling a bit but decided to take a 8.50 pounds gamble for a gondola ride up the mountain. Walked about an hour and a half in the wind and slight drizzle, just to catch the views of Ben Nevis’ northern face and Loch Linhe. Was not disappointed as the weather contributed to the overall ruggedness. Nevis Range is also the venue for extreme mountain biking with padded bikers (well, some were less armoured than others) tumbling down a very formidable terrain.
Got back to Fort Williams to pack a salad lunch and catch the next bus to Glencoe village. It was still drizzling whilst I was on the bus, but managed to catch a glimpse of the small town of Ballachulish, sitting prettily by a loch. And by the time I reached Glencoe village, the skies cleared and the sun greeted me as I stepped off the bus! It is moments like these that make my day.
Glencoe is known to be one of the most scenic glens in Scotland, although quite difficult to access without public transport nor to walk through under a day without camping/staying overnight. Still I was happy to be on the fringe at the village in this beautiful weather.
Before the advent of the likes of Lonely Planet and Rough Guide, enjoy what this 19th-century guidebook – Black’s Picturesque Tourist Guide of Scotland (1889) – had to say of the Stage Coach Route from Ballachulish Pier to Glencoe*:
“The road enters the neck of Glencoe at the Bridge of Coe, skirting the river between two huge mountains, some green patches and ruined huts by the river-side indicate the place where the massacre occurred. The cluster of precipitous mountains whose rugged summits impart such wildness to this scene has been aptly called the Alps of Glencoe… A crowd of mountains, heaped in wild confusion… stamped by sublimity and grandeur“.*
*As read off a notice board near the Bridge of Coe
Couldn’t resist having cream tea, sitting on a bench under sunny skies with a view of the lush forested mountain. Thereafter, burned it off by visiting a monument for the Glencoe massacre and then crossing Bridge of Coe into the forest for a very pleasant walk. The extra oxygen and the lush greenery was refreshing and are still vivid in my mind even as I’m writing this.
What a great Sunday afternoon I had!