We awoke to snow swirling around the conservatory where breakfast was to be taken. It never got more than a swirl, though, so the day's walk was never in doubt. As things turned out, that first hour was the worst it got. I understand that Shropshire had far thicker today.
The day was to be a short one, so time needed to be wasted. We took the latest breakfast possible, and then the shop for building a packed lunch, plus the pub to get the WHW 'passport' stamped, took care of a further half hour. No forward progress was attempted until nearly 1030. Duck-feeding with the leftover bap from yesterday used up another ten minutes. Yesterday I used that very American expression lollygagging to describe the easiest of paces. I wonder whether they have an expression for twice as laid back as that. I have no idea how it took the best part of five hours to get to day's end, barely 7 miles away. Tomorrow will have to be stepped up, big time!
Along the way we crossed paths with a young German student from the University of Mainz, who seemed to be doing different aspects of Scotland in one week. Today was clearly Lomond.
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