Just before descending to the
I meandered along the Western Highland Way.
Relishing the charm of a cobblestone drovers road which Apple, in its infinite wisdom, sent me down while the Maps setting clearly indicated cycling, I later learned this area might be the best midge farm in the world. After pushing my bicycle up a considerable portion, over stones which aren't really cobblestones, I descended to the Kingshouse.
I can tell the difference between the organic and inorganic. Messages from the organic travel on the ether, true & clear. The inorganic have a tinny taste or smell.
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Starting a few kilometres before The Kingshouse, I could feel my ancestors. I suspect my sixth great grandfather may have been born nearby, a hundred years before this coaching inn was built.
