Thirty eight years later, I slogged my way to the top of Ben Lomond for the second time in my life, last weekend. The first time was on a school trip and I remember getting off at Rowardennan from the then functioning, Maid of the Loch. I seem to remember it being a lot easier in those days, mind you, I wasn't carrying 2 lts of water, 1 kilo of clementines, three bottles of beer and my camera. The view, which was spectacular, hadn't changed.
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