On the morning of 3rd, I packed up and left Sligchan camping site. At the Sligchan Inn bus stop, I told myself, “All right, if I can get a car take me back to Portree, I will stay there until the bus to Inverness comes; if I can’t until noon, I will take the bus to Fort William, and on the way I will stop at Kyle of Lochalsh.”
It was the latter.
31 pounds to go to Fort William. Dam.
At that point, do I really care about how much that would cost? Not really. I didn’t get much sleep the night before due to the strong wind, and all I wanted at that moment was just a bed and a bath and, maybe a hot meal as well.
On the way I got to see something new, something I’ve seen, and something I did neglect the first time passing by. Kyle of Lochalsh seemed too quiet and peaceful on a Sunday.
When approaching Fort William, I got to see Lochs again. And it started raining.
It got a bit heavier.
It was showering.
It was pouring.
It just didn’t stop.
After a little bit of communications with my family, I decided to settle in somewhere that I don’t need to share anything. With my window facing Church of Scotland, it felt even more like a normal Sunday.
The town was pretty quiet, not much people on the High Street. I got to see most of the shops the way they have no one inside. (Of course, from the outside.) And to do some reading in the bookstore.
Among all the restaurants and bars, the one called “The Geographer” attracted me the most. Because of the blackboard, I guess.
I got black pie as the main, with Sauvignon Chardonnay (I thought it would help with the brisket somehow). It was also for the first time that I heard about an English dessert called Eton Mess. I was thinking about Anna’s Mess while waiting for it. Turned out there was a symmetry.
And that dessert made it a big meal.
That night, I was just walking around the town, thinking about all the things I needed to do in Scotland. This kind of sudden change of plans made my adrenalines rush, in the meantime, I got to plan out whatever I prefer but not to adapt to another family’s habits.
Do you ever, believe in magic?
I don’t know if it’s because I still believe in the goodness of humans.
The Jacobite Steam train should be a must-see in Fort William and Glenfinnan. There is also a hiking trail up to see the Glenfinnan viaduct, which would be really nice if it wasn’t raining. I think I like it better with the rain and fogs around in the environment.
When we got back to Fort William, it was still a bit cold and rainy. Later that afternoon, everything just stopped, and it was bright and sunny all over the places. It was also my time to depart for Inverness.
Saying farewells to anyone or anything is still very hard for me. I am aware this is one of the reasons that I don’t always make my efforts to get to know people. On the other hand, it is also why I attempt to keep all the contacts with friends, family, and wonderful human beings I met. I can’t never justify how much a dilemma that is.
In all, I love this town. It is small, and you might get to know all the people if you stay long enough. It is quiet, where you can take your time to do some reading and writing, striving for the thoughts and strings you follow through. It is worth exploring, for so many more it offers: Ben Nevis, waterfalls, lakes and mountains, food (?maybe), people.
Thanks for your willingness to offer, Fort William.