The West Highland Way – Part I
I’ve gone the wrong way. Unclipping my rucksack, I swing my bag onto a nearby grit bin. I’ve walked straight into the stunning, medieval village of Drymen instead of skirting around […]
I’ve gone the wrong way. Unclipping my rucksack, I swing my bag onto a nearby grit bin. I’ve walked straight into the stunning, medieval village of Drymen instead of skirting around […]