Waking up in the morning to a hearty breakfast and the lake waters lapping just beneath the windows, we decided to take the ferry – a small boat the size of a two-car garage – across the lake to Luss, the most picturesque village on the route. Pocket-sized and the definition of “precious”, Luss was also the most memorable tea that we had in Scotland. The kilt-clad waiters, rough wooden furniture, tartan tea set, and delicious scones, cemented this morning in my mind as one of the loveliest experiences of the trip. After a few days on the road, it’s amazing how good a simple meal in a cozy room can taste!
Setting off from Luss, we crossed the lake again and picked up the trail in Fern Gully. Not it’s real name of course but I cannot think of a more fitting term for the lush, green hillsides filled with ferns and tiny waterfalls that we wandered through that day. The path turned rough and rocky and our ‘hike’ became more of a climbing expedition. Rough, rough going but no knees were sacrificed, thank goodness!
That night we stayed in a cozy wigwam in a field surrounded by miniature goats. Inveronan was definitely the largest community along the trail – there was a pub (at last!) and several families on holiday staying in other wigwams or camping in the fields. We raised a well-deserved pint to ourselves in the pub before crawling into bed exhausted.