Apart from an hour in the morning, I had my waterproof trousers on all day. The walk North out of Callander, then through Glen Artney, would have been really pretty on a clear day but the cloud was very low and it was a shame not to see the scenery at its best.
At the side of the track, a few km out of Callander, I saw this tatty Wishing Well.
I can’t find out much about it, but it is mentioned in a trip report from the 1930s so it’s been there a while. I was not tempted to throw any money in.
The bridge as NN642130 wasn’t there and it was worth the effort of swapping my shoes and socks for Crocs for the crossing. It was a cold windy day and I wanted to keep my feet dry for as long as possible.
After chips and Irn Bru at Comrie, I walked along the road to the campsite. It was a Saturday night and I hadn’t booked but there was space available and the showers were lovely! From my tent, I sipped Irn Bru and my own special blend of whisky whilst listening to a couple of men struggling to pitch their new tent for the first time.
I checked the weather forecast to see if tomorrow’s high route could be problematic but the BBC was promising White Cloud so I should be OK.