Christening a street in Glasgow

The day before starting the West Highland Way kicked off with a bottle of fine Bordeaux falling from a sleeve in my travel pack on the walk to the train station on a busy street in Glasgow. Thankfully Joe was there to help me pick up the chards...
I felt better on the short train ride to Milngavie ( moo-guy) when the next to last stop was in Bearsden (reminded me of Bridger.) Didn’t let the rain bother me too much…very reminiscent of a late winter day at home…chilly and wet. Reminded us that the weather is going to be a challenge…
We walked to our accommodations for the night and received a brief orientation as to what to expect tomorrow. We then retired to the bar to find other wayfarers.
It was all Boxer could do in not starting a conversation with these other walkers..possibly because they were not communicating in English. Reminder #2 this walking holiday in Scotland is an international affair.Leer más