Largs

 

This morning we saw nature in all her glory. Not bad for a Monday morning, hey Marge. Caught by the sun, the water of the loch looked metallic in the morning light.

Eating breakfast, in no hurry to leave, we watched numerous people walk by carrying rucksacks, off to walk Ben Lomond, which rises from the eastern shore of Loch Lomond to 974 metres. We followed in their footsteps, but not to Ben Lomond, but to Cashel bay. We walked for two hours along the edge of the loch through the trees and back along the road.

We saw the blue green algae blooms on the water's edge, there were several notices warning of its health risk.

In the woodland, fungi were abundant. It was a beautiful walk, on a beautiful sunny morning. 

Mid-afternoon after a quick shower in Marge and lunch sat down by the loch we left for Glasgow. If this was our last time near a Scottish Loch then we didn't mind, we had left on a high. The traffic around Glasgow was busy, and Marge was happy once we'd passed through and once again, she found herself in the countryside, and even more so being back at the coast. 

Largs is on the west coast of Scotland. We are parked right opposite Great Cumbrae Island. Marge can watch the car ferry travel back and forth from the mainland to the island. After a long walk this morning, we just walked to the Pencil monument, erected to celebrate the Scottish victory in the battle of Largs in 1263. The town has connections with the Vikings, and every year, (probably not this year), a Viking festival is held in early September. Tomorrow, if the forecast rain is not too heavy, we will walk along the seafront to the town.