It's 100 miles exactly from Glasgow to Fort Bill. I'd done 105 by the time I'd found my b&b, tucked away behind the town. I set out from Glasgow under grey skies, but by the time I hit Tyndrum (my usual pilgrimage to the Green Welly Stop) the sun was out. Fort William is HOT, and Glencoe, which I'm used to seeing in winter, under thundery, emotional clouds or in slashing rain, was baking hot. Loads of camper vans and would-be Jeremy Clarksons in SLK Roadsters.
The old Triumph behaved immaculately, displaying just how 1200cc can overtake...almost anything, anywhere, if you can cope with the fear. Heard from Ron, Derek et all, who were safely at Glenmorangie and heading off for Lochaber. I believe they have a satnav, so they might have better luck finding the b&b...tomorrow, it's a belt down through Oban to Kennacraig, and Islay.
Meanwhile, I'm sipping IPA in the sun..
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