Ben Lomond Walk by Motorhome
At Rowardennan
A lovely day, a tranquil bay, a spot to while the time away
Loch Lomond
The Ben Lomond walk from Rowardennan. Distance 7 miles. Height 3250 ft. Start from Car Park Rowardennan. Approximate time 3-4 hours. Ben Lomond is Scotland’s southernmost ‘Munro’
The Motorhomers were enjoying a breakfast of bacon and eggs;
‘Aye, ye two eejits can go and bag yer first Munro
Phemie and I are jist goin’ tae park oor arses right here and enjoy the sunshine
Isn’t that right, Phemie?’
Sure, Jessie, sure, Jessie’
And so the two brave lads set off up the hill;
‘Maybe we should have brought a map, Josie, we seem to be loast?’
‘Dinnae ye worry, Francie, yer intellectual side-kick here has brought a compass
Follow me, Francie, I know a wee short-cut’
‘Och, good, Josie, where did ye get the compass, Josie?’
‘It fell oot o’ a cracker at Christmas time, Francie’
A mist had descended over the boggy moorland. The lads were now indeed lost. For over an hour they were knee-deep in mire, trudging, stumbling and falling over on the moor. Francie had lost one of his sandshoes which had been sucked from his foot in a particularly deep patch of muddy bogland. Eventually they heard a man’s voice shouting and the sound of the barking of dogs. A figure appeared from out of the mist. He was sitting on a sled with a team of huskies harnessed to it. Dressed in a seal-skinned parka with the strap of the hood tightly drawn around his chin. He was trying to urge the animals forward as Josie approached;
‘Hey, Jimmy, could we ask ye for yer assistance, perhaps, we seem tae be loast?’
The stange figure replied;
‘You’re tellin’ Me that You’re loast. Away ye go, ye’re a couple o’ nutters’
The duo arrived back at base camp;
‘Och, Phemie, come an’ see this mess o’ eejits comin’’
‘Sure, Jessie, sure, Jessie’
‘Och, look at the two o’ ye,’ said Phemie
‘Don’t come in here
Strip aff the pair o’ ye an’ I’ll hose the two o’ ye doon, ye’re baith manky’
After the two had been hosed down, Jessie noticed Francie had put on his ‘petted-lip’
‘Och, gie the wee soul a cuddle, Phemie, and let that be an end to it,’ said Jessie
View of Ben Lomond
Perhaps you would enjoy reading the adventures of Francie and Josie.
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