Bog, Bothy n Swim
October 12th, 2009 • Bothying • Misha
With the forecast saying rain and low cloud, we skipped Glencoe’s curved ridge on the way up to the Ardnish Peninsula. Somehow we all managed to leave the path on the way out to the bothy. With my mind on my recently departed pal, one of the best on them, the path was doing no justice to my mind state; and so it was straight up the hill for me, until my legs burned with acid and lungs were bursting out my ribcage; it was up, over the top and down to the loch to drop a hook. Not like earlier in the year, there were no fish, but the others walked through after their own adventure off the beaten track. In the woods I found Nik holding a bright red mushroom alongside his picture book – we agreed it looked dangerous.
The bothy at Peanmeanach must be one of Scotland’s most popular, and it’s easy to see why – pottering about here somehow reminds you of the greater things in life. The two other bothy dwellers – Jonathon and Brett – were there for the same reason as us, and joined us for a dram after the duck and vegetable stews both courtesy of Lorraine.
Jen led a morning swim and Andy took it one stage further, while Nicky, never to miss an opportunity, jumped in both salt and freshwater. Thomas and Etta went airport-ward, too soon really, but hopefully not before wetting the appetite.
Two rainbows appeared at once on the way out, we all agreed the widest we had ever seen, and from there on in the West coast hit us with it’s majestic best. Without the extra hour in bed we might have made curved ridge on the grandest of Sunday evenings, but as we cruised down the road to Martyn Bennett’s ‘Grit’, it was far from our minds.
Life does exist in the bog lands of Scotland (although the fish are keeping a low profile at this time of year).
Misha for Andy/Jen/Thomas/Nicky/Etta/Lorraine + Jonathon/Brett
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