Over a full Scottish breakfast (although I declined the black pudding) in the conservatory we discussed weather at some length with the cheerful Freddie, our B & B host in Glencoe.
Me: So Freddie, we’ve been checking out weather forecasts and every one is different…
Freddie: [BIG laugh] . . . and one of them MIGHT be right.
The sky was dark with rain at this point and after much discussion it was agreed that:
* it had been a very wet cool summer so far
* the weather was extremely changeable
* forecasts are notoriously wrong
* best to just make your plans and what can you do about the weather anyway?
So off we went into the driving rain in our hire car that we had for one full day. And just to prove Freddie right the morning like this (at the Corran Ferry):
turned into an afternoon like this (at the end of the Caledonian Canal with Ben Nevis looming in the background):
Time obligingly slowed right down and we meandered and wandered. We tackled just one crinkly sticky-outy part of the West Coast – marvelling at how every twist in the often single laned road revealed yet more astonishing beauty. Admittedly we were in that fresh off the plane jet-lagged state of wonder where every little white washed cottage or loch view or craggy mountain was AMAZING. Although that hasn’t changed so much at the end of day 2.
