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The great outdoors

Glasgow's weather has been kind to me. And never (yet) more so than last weekend, when the Powers that Be decided to plan the first day of spring. So, I did what living in a foreign country is good for: finding the holiday feeling just a 30-min ride from home (well, unless you're me, and turn out to be not so good at being your own navigation system). I drove to the bonny bonny banks of Loch Lomond,


Van 100523 Ben Lomond


left my car in the one empty space in the sea of metal (when the weather decides to be kind, it doesn't do it just for my sake), and - at the timely hour of 3pm - took the high road. At that time, most other people were taking the low road back, so so much for the feeling of empty wilderness that Scotland has to offer. On the bright side, Scottish walkers are very friendly, so my vocal cords got a true workout.There were also some other joyful encounters:


Van 100523 Ben Lomond



Van 100523 Ben Lomond


At the top, my hope for solitary awe at the spectacle was dashed by a friendly family, who insisted in taking a picture of my accomplishment.


Van 100523 Ben Lomond


By the time they left, I still wasn't solitary, but the view afforded plenty of reason to pretend to be.


Van 100523 Ben Lomond



Van 100523 Ben Lomond



Van 100523 Ben Lomond

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