After a bit of a battle to get Forest looking spruce in his new, squeaky-clean gaiters, we did the posed photo at the front door of our B&B in Milngavie before setting off to the town (I use the word loosely) centre to do the other obvious posed photo at the start marker. A quick trip round Sparky Marky's sorted out the packed lunches, and we were off.
It seemed that only one other walker was starting the WHW today, a young whippersnapper from Maine, a countryman of F&D. We passed and repassed each other for most of the day. He is mixing B&Bs with wild camping. The walk today was a flat and undemanding 12 miles to Drymen, the last section being a tedious asphalt drag into the village.
In the region of Killearn, we were amazed to see that the honesty stall, set up by the girl seeking to go to Chile to teach English was still there; she now has to raise £5400 for the privilege, £1400 more than she had thought back in September. In the evening we once again met up with cousin Joe, who lives in Drymen, for a meal and a beer.
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