This was how Scotland welcomed us on our very first morning on Scottish soil. When planning the trip, I knew that once I have arrived on the British side of The Channel, I couldn’t stop somewhere. I had to go through to Scotland. And for me it was clear that I wanted to arrive at Loch Lomond. Why was that so important. I don’t know, this might sound silly to many people. But I had a major Runrig-phase when I was 18/19 and I kept listening to this song. I love it to this day. Siobhan has never left her Runrig-phase, by the way. She is a proper fan. So she was fine with that particular arrangement, right away. As I told you before, the drive up north was gruelling, but in the end it was worth it.
We woke early that day and decided to have breakfast at the lake. So we followed the lane out of town into the direction of the lake. On the way we met two camper who were brushing their teeth and cleaning themselves at the stream that flows into the loch. Then we followed a rather rooked path to the loch and found ourselves a nice spot at the lake. These were the conditions. Not too bad, I think. A wonderful welcome on Scottish ground.