Continuing with our theme of using old pop song titles to illustrate the first half of my TGO journey (Did I mention it was my tenth crossing by the way?)…
I rose bright and early, had a wee and went back to bed for a couple of hours.
Later, I set off towards Loch Ossian, encountering various non-TGO schoolkid- type campers and Dutch TGO-ers Peter and George on the way.
Several “Young People” were seen to be jogging around Loch Ossian. Some were in a bit of a state. Some were ambling. Several appeared to be on the point of collapse. A few said “hello”; most didn’t appear to notice me at all.
Loch Ossian came and went and I wandered along by the Uisge Labhair, pausing only for a hurried half hour snooze and a paddle in the screachingly cold water, resolving never to do that sort of thing ever again.
The steep little transfer from the beck…er…burn to the path to Ben Alder Cottage was just like back home in the North Pennines and the well engineered and maintained path down to the cottage was a pedestrian’s delight.
Ben Alder cottage was occupied by TGO-ers Alan, Tom and Chris and I camped on a nice flat bit just over the burn..er..beck. A lovely spot and no chance of ghosties.
A bit later, four canoes full of mowhawks came around the headland and I had to form my akto into a circle and use the spitoon.
Actually, they turned out to be a load of kids from North Cumbria University (Penrith) – aka Penrith technical college on an “expedition”
Eventually they sorted themselves out camping spots and arranged themselves around a campfire. I was very pleased to hear one of the young ladies say “Lets have a game of strip poker”. I settled down in the shelter of the akto to watch.
Nothing happened so I went to sleep where I was walking down this street, see and came across Kylie lounging on a pile of people in their undies. What’s the chance of that, eh?