Start of the day

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Already at 7 a.m. we were awakened by the delicate country air, which powdered our noses with a flowery and fragrant fragrance. Okay, that's a chit. The air in the tent was already ... used up. Even if the ventilation system otherwise largely kept what it promised. We found that it was raining, which inhibited our desire to get up. What was very clever: A look out of the tent quickly revealed that the drops on the tent were only pretending to rain: they actually came from the tree above our tent. Smart. We went outside, greedily devoured the remaining sausages for breakfast (we hadn't found a supermarket in Milngavie in a hurry) and then packed our seven things. 20 km were planned for today. Unfortunately, the tent was packed slightly damp. We had some concerns that this would make our little room wet in the evening.

From now on we strayed in light drizzle from now on. But we didn't mind and we enjoyed the wonderful nature and hiking. The paths were easy, well signposted and we slept well. The sun soon ventured a careful look behind the clouds. We left the distillery on this stage near the path with confidence. We did not (yet) need high-proof alcohol, we wanted to save the meters, the time and the energy. We were also happy about the current sunshine. However, if you want to be a bit more touristy, you can definitely take a look at the still and dare a tasting.

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Walking On Sunshine

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On the way we met a woman who was wearing a dirty, wet scarf. Actually, I hadn't noticed that directly. Nevertheless, she proudly told us that she had given this scarf to her mother and that she had "lost" it on an evening walk. She concluded the report with the words (please read with a Scottish accent): "But she never mentioned to losing it. It's her lucky day." Anyway, it's her lucky day if she didn't intentionally lose the scarf ... haha. My cousin and I joked about it for a long time. Until Drymen (actually it is pronounced like "Drimen", but for Anne and me it was called Drüüüüümen), there wasn't much going on. On the way we found an "Honesty Box". There you can take something out and just throw the price shown on the list into the cash register next to it. We treated ourselves to an ice cream while a man next to us dropped his trousers on the wall down into the garden and climbed down the wall in a spectacular rescue operation. Another fun encounter was a hiker in SANDALS! She dropped the saying "See ya out there" and we doubted that we would really see her out there. After five kilometers at the latest, she will probably have run out of blood in the quantum ...

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Arrival in Drymen

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When we arrived in Drymen we found a SPAR market where we bought food and drinks to fill both our stomachs and our bottles. Then we sat down briefly on a bench, enjoyed the sun, bare our feet and subjected them to an extensive massage. It feels really good with the kilometers in the old bones.

We ate something and then it went on.

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Return...?

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Unfortunately, nothing came of the planned 20 km when we suddenly stood behind Drymen in the forest in front of a sign saying "Camping Management Zone". In this zone you are only allowed to pitch your tent with a special permit. And of course we didn't have that. If we got caught it would cost us £ 500. We certainly didn't want to risk that. Even though I suddenly remembered the words in the travel guide: "Don't go back if you hike far, you don't go back. Even if you've lost something. You don't want to go the same way twice", we probably had no choice but one To walk back a few meters and to take the campground under the trees, which had been advertised so tasty about half an hour ago. Since the camping management zone only ends in Rowardennan (our next stage destination), we unpacked our things here, opened the tent and made ourselves really comfortable. We cooked our supper under the protection of the trees and then lay down to rest on the comfortable forest floor.