This year I’m going to write a blog post for each day of my TGO Challenge crossing and base the post on one photograph from that day. The photo won’t necessarily be the most stunning scenery but will be something that triggers memories for me.
Day 0 – Friday 11th May 2018
Five hours is a long time to sit on the Citylink 915 bus but staring out of the window was a very pleasant way to spend my time. The weather was looking exactly as I expected it to be; rain and cloud. At times there was too much rain on the outside of the window to take any photos but I grabbed this snap of the Commando Memorial as we rushed past.
I’d called in at the memorial on my 2014 crossing. The day when I bumped into an old friend, walked with a different friend and heard about David sliding down a mountain on his bottom. On that day, I’d been amazed to witness a coach party disembarking, swarming around the memorial and taking lots of photos, then jumping back on the bus and driving off …… all in less than 10 minutes! At 7pm on a wet Friday night there didn’t appear to be anyone there this time.
When the bus had changed driver in Fort William I’d gone for a wander to Morrisons. Huge queues in the cafe and the self-service coffee machine was broken; so that was a wasted trip. Apart from the toilets, of course. When I got back to the bus stop the bus had gone. For a few seconds I felt sick. It must’ve gone without me, even though I was back in good time for the scheduled departure. A fellow passenger must’ve noticed my look of panic and she reassured me that the bus will have just gone to the depot for a driver swap. She was right; the bus did come back for us! But, by now, I was determined to worry about something and became convinced that someone must’ve taken my rucksack out of the baggage compartment. I tried to check when a new passenger put their bag in but I couldn’t see my pack. The driver assured me that it would still be there and, lo and behold, so it was …… but it was such as relief to see it again when he dropped me off at Shiel Bridge.
After getting so worked up about very unlikely events that aren’t worth worrying about I was pleased to now be at my start point and able to deal with the far less stressful act of walking 300-odd kilometres across Scotland.