Day 4

Fire Crackling. What a beautiful sound. A sign of self sufficiency. I sit here on this river bed, waiting for my water to boil, in the pot donated to me by Lucy of the Ben Lomond Cottage, so I can enjoy a nice hot cup o' tea. Slow moving stream to my left, Loch Lomond to my right, birds above. That was my morning.

By the afternoon, I had left the side of Loch Lomond and the West Highland Way. I caught a ferry over the other side of the Loch, for the only people I was seeing were other walkers, and when I explained what I was doing, a response was, 'well we're walking too....so what.'

So now I am on the road, heading to Oban, through the valleys that these roads follow, but, have lost my map..so whether I get there or not is up to a stroke of luck and the help of passer by-ers. So now my map has become an object of ignorance and neglect by me, lying there on the side of the road - somewhere..

There is a new goal - keep you're eyes on this sight for updates.

Environmental Conservation through Global Education. My walk had been extended.

tim out


Quote of the day -

Solitary confinement in a vast expanse of equal matter.
No wonder the brain feels trapped and alone when it surrounded by its own ego.

or on a lighter side - when trying to a explain to a 62 year old lady the internet, who has never used a computer before, be wary of telling her to grab the mouse next to the keyboard . . . unless you are willing to catch an airborne elderly