After weeks of looking after my liver, I give it a challenge:
Haggis for breakfast? You bet, it’s damn tasty. “Too heavy for me”, says a workmen on a neighbouring table – before resuming work on his loch-side bonfire.
A sublime bike ride along the edge of Loch Lomond, on and off the old, shore-hugging road that we would have driven along as a family in the 60s. Snowy peaks, with Ben Lomond dominating. Sunday day trip is doing everything that people do along that busy road: paddling, taking photos, looking through binoculars, barbecuing, camping.
At Balloch a nice catch-up with Brian, an old friend, visiting from Berlin. Thanks for this photo, Brian!
And then a short train leg to industrial-history significant Bowling, at the western end of the Forth and Clyde Canal. See http://www.clydewaterfront.com/clyde-heritage/bowling-harbour--old-kilpatrick
I then hack up to Milngavie, a race against my phone running out of charge. (Yes, I do have a power pack, but it’s nice not to faff around with it.) To dear cousins, and a relaxing evening.
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