Or, a bit I wrote, waiting for the bus to and from Glencoe. Typing keeps the circulation going in my fingers...it may not be scintillating reading... But please be kind.
04/11/2010 - 04/11/2010 7 °C
My adventure to Glencoe:
And so the bus arrived, the number 44, and lo it was a mighty bus, yellow in colour and large in size. It was the bus company I had become familiar with: Citylink. This is the bus pass I have been using for my long distance travels, but I wondered whether this would be financially viable to use up a day's worth on such a short trip to Glencoe. So, naturally I asked. I presented my pass and asked the question. I was met with an answer: "this is a stagecoach service (the local bus network) so I can't accept that pass, that's a citylink pass, we're a stagecoach bus". She went on as I was silenced by my confusion. "I know it says citylink on the bus (in storey high letters) but we're a stagecoach service."
I followed up with "You can see how I was confused. Is there a discount that applies? I've gotten one before."
"No, that's for citylink only, and this is a stagecoach bus, even though it's a citylink bus."
You know what, by that stage I just wanted to pay the £4.50 and get going. No bother. No drama.
And so it was done and off I was on my merry way to an afternoon out in Glencoe. I've heard it's lovely. Except, it's been threatening and often following through with rain all day. But I arrived, warm clothing wet weather gear, the lot. Little did I know that the information point for Glencoe was a mile and a half down the road at the 'town' we had just passed through, and this town was one long street... with very little sign of life. No matter, if worst comes to worse I can stay in the cafe for almost 3 hours. Nope. That's closed. So I continue to walk up the street, the one street of Glencoe towards a sign saying Glencoe Outdoor Centre, so I veer off to the left, find a path, another sign and then the centre. And then the door to the centre. It was a wild ride I don't mind telling you. Then again, nope. The outdoor centre is actually a training area and educational program run by Christians for kids and adult office workers or some such. Not really an outdoor centre at all. At no time did anyone throw me a rope or offer me a couple of sticks to light a fire. So I left, and kept walking to the hills. Pretty, autumn, misty, green hills. Passing by the Glencoe massacre monument, continuing near the flowing stream, to the foot of the hills. I decided to walk the road to the beginning of the walking paths. There were two. One for a mile, the other for a mile and a half. One with a bootmark to indicate difficulty, the other with a wheelchair. I took the easy road ONLY because in was short on time. If I missed the 3:57 bus back I'd have to wait for the 6:27, and with no cafe, heck!, no pub in 'town' and it getting dark at 4:39, I didn't want to risk it. So stomp along I did. It was an easy walk, along a made path, around a lake. Having a nice time!! Then it started to rain. I looked at my watch, looked at the rain, looked at how my positive vibe was fading and double backed. I've seen enough for one day. Really, it is beautiful. But there comes a time when you have to face facts, change tack and leave nature well enough alone.
Luckily I made it with plenty of time to
spare. Back at the bus stop. There's more citylink/stagecoach fun (different but not worth the character space) and I'm now on my way back to thriving Fort William. I wonder if I'll get to see the Fort or if the mist shall have enveloped it. So many questions... Maybe the pub can help me with the answers...