Scottish Highlands: Ancient Landscapes near Glenelg

We went out for a walk with no further goal and ended up with more than 20 kilometers because we had no fun in the thought of going back the same way. I looked up a quote from the book “The unlikely Pilgrimage of Harold Fry” that comes to my mind all the time when I have to go backwards the same way, but I didn’t find it (If somebody remembers it, I would be very grateful).

We went trough the village, passed Bernera Barracks which the British built during the Jacobite Uprising in 1715, walked to the ferryboat and had a nice chat with friends of Armin about Scottish and German politics with coffee and cake in their campervan over there.

For all those who are interested in engineering I recommend the platform of the ferryboat. It’s the last remaining turntable ferry in the world.

A tiny path behind the ferryboat station leads over the densely overgrown hills to the beach and a less interesting forestal road (but with some nice views) brought us back to Glenelg.

Instead I found another quote from the same book (The Unlikely Pilgrimage of Harold Fry by Rachel Joyce) – and I didn’t even know that it was from there. It’s about grieving and reflected and still reflects exactly my feelings:
“I miss her all the time. I know in my head that she has gone. The only difference is that I am getting used to the pain. It’s like discovering a great hole in the ground. To begin with, you forget it’s there and keep falling in. After a while, it’s still there, but you learn to walk round it.” 

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