The Grey Mare's Tail waterfall thundered through our dreams, our cabin being only meters away from the foot of Ben Glas. We were however shocked awake at 3am by a desperate, eerie scraping sound ... of a sheep scratching it's horned head on the corner of the cabin. It was sheltering in the cabin's porch.
Beinglas Woods
The River Falloch was swollen and brim full.
We were invigorated by the energy and the roar of the burns rushing off the slopes around us.
♥ Derrydarroch Farm ♥ The rain set in about here and persisted for most of the day.
Glen Falloch
Keilator track
The track continues to Bogle Glen.
We sheltered from the rain to drink our afternoon coffee under this magical circle of trees that have sprouted around the medieval St Fillan's Priory. For the first time we pulled on our fleeces.
Strath Fillan. The clearings in the plantations above Strath Fillan are strewn with an abundance of heathers and bracken.
The Loch of the Legend of the Lost Sword
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