The late summer sunset turns the glassy surface of Loch Lomond a brilliant copper and, save for a few folks grilling by their camper vans, I have the whole of beautiful Milarrochy Bay to myself. I consider another wild swim – my third of the day – but with the light failing and another two miles before I reach my destination, I realize I’d better press on.
Some 45 minutes later, I’m rambling down the final descent of the day into the lakeside town of Balmaha in the near-dark, grateful to see the twinkling lights of town. After a 21-mile day of walking along a section of the winding West Highland Way, my feet are throbbing. My heart is singing, however. It’s been a full day of walking along one of the most glorious spots in Scotland, and now I can enjoy at the local hotel while I wait for my bus home.
