Some places we've been and some places we're going.

After the tension caused by the trucks on the narrow road it was good to pull into Firkin Point on Loch Lomond for a relaxing wander about. There is a toilet block and the place is very popular with ramblers or bushwalkers, there were little tents in pockets all over the area and evidence of campfires.

There was a lovely old stone bridge and the remains of other stone structures.

The shoreline is covered in shale, not sand and the views were great in all directions.


Weathered remains of old trees were all about the place and one had a tiny new tree growing within it.




The ferns and lichens were lovely but the Holly was something to avoid. After an altercation with a low tree branch when we were taking a short cut Alex looked like the victim of a , “Glasgow Kiss”.

Leaving Glasgow we decided to take the scenic route skirting Loch Lomond not factoring in that, according to the Hybrid Hauler, half of England had the same idea. That of course resulted in a change of his accent from Glaswegian to an Essex one. Before we glimpsed Loch Lomond we had to cross the Erskine Bridge, the design of it was copied to build the Westgate Bridge in Melbourne which collapsed. I was informed of that as we approached the bridge.

I liked the advisory signs on the road telling drivers to keep two chevrons between their car and the one in front. Soon we had our first glimpse of Loch Lomond.


The trucks on the skinny, twisting roads were almost worth a post of their own. A passing place? What’s that?

After the stress of all that madness we needed to find somewhere peaceful for a break.

Anyone who knows me well is aware that I’m not an early riser but we were up and about by 5am, had breakfast at 5:30 and then thought we’d catch the bus into the city because we couldn’t pick up our hire car until 10:00. The price of the tickets made us change our minds, a 15 min trip into the city and back again would cost 35 pounds for the two of us. We decided to go back into the airport for a look around and to people watch. You can make up good stories about the characters you see wandering about.

Straight across from the entrance door was a shop selling souvenirs.

There was a shop selling very tasty looking pastries and we managed to get a couple of GF iced buns. The Polish girl who helped us navigate the complicated, automatic, pound gobbling pay machine was very chatty. When we mentioned we’d planned to take the bus into the city to fill in some time she said if there were two people it was cheaper to get a taxi.

There were shops where you could buy football paraphernalia….if the shops were open at 6am.


There was a bar called, “The Spinning Jenny”. A Spinning Jenny was a machine invented in the mid 1700s, it revolutionized yarn spinning. The textile industry in Paisley produced fine linen fabrics and the popular Paisley pattern originated in the town. Even at 6am there were customers in the bar though you can’t see any in the photo below.


We filled in quite a lot of time people watching then walked down to the Hire Car yard where we picked up a hybrid Toyota, it was an upgrade from the VW Golf we originally booked.

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