Day 3 (Part 2) - Inversnaid Hotel to Beinglas Farm

We saw a man and his two kids that were on holiday. Apparently he was English and Sean tried to do his southern accent. Sean wasn't really expecting the man to be English and it threw him off. This meant that Sean's southern twang turned into a southern american/English accent. We had to leave quickly because Sean was about to burst out it uncontrollable laughter.

No yee-haw. No nothing.

The next 7 miles or so we read were the hardest of the WHW. We figured we should probably get a move on if we wanted to get to Beinglas (we belive that's pronounced ben-glass) Farm before nightfall. The trail was really rough. Boulders were abundant. Both of our joints felt like we were pushing 65 years of age and it wasn't getting any better.

The map showed that we were coming up on Rob Roy's cave. I really hoped that we wouldn't miss it. It was just off the WHW actually. We almost missed it.

That's a lie. Some tourist decided it a good idea, once upon a time, to write "CAVE" in 3 foot letters. Thank you retard.

A few miles later we ran into another deserted cottage...or was it?

If you'll notice, there is smoke coming out of the chimney on the right side. It's not a cottage at all. It's called a bothy. What's a bothy? I'm glad you asked. Upon entry we noticed there was a very confused man inside. He claims his name is Raymond, but we all know this to be false. His name is actually Scott.



Scott's services were not free. We bribed Scott with food to narrate for us. I gave him this:

It resembles a brick of grass with dried banana chips inside. The taste is what you'd imagine. On the positive side, it actually provides the user with a lot of energy and added alertness. I tested this when I was in college. I took one (it sounds like a drug when I say it like that) before a contracts class and stayed awake! Not only did I stay awake, I was even attentive! Every other time I went to class, I fell asleep. I thought Scott would benefit greatly from this hippie bar.

The remaining part of the hike was not pretty, the views of the lake ceased, I was sore and in need of a break so I decided to take a video for JJ (Sean's younger sibling).



Speedy McSpeedy and turned on the afterburners. I didn't really see him much until we reached the farm. When I finally caught up with him he told me that his knee was really bothering him and that if he had stopped to wait for me, he wouldn't have been able to get going again.

So we had finally made it to Beinglas Farm. It really wasn't a farm at all. It was more of a field with Wigwams and amenities! Man, it even has its own website! The excitement was almost too much to bear. I'm not sure how long Sean had been there by the time I got to our Wigwam. But he had enough time to go talk to Scott (by the way, in case you haven't noticed...all males in Scotland are called Scott. It's a well known FACT), pay Scott for our Wigwam and also start unpacking stuff.


Not much to look at, but it kept us from rain and wind for the night. Also, if you were bold enough to visit the site it lists the many exciting things to do at Beinglas Farm.

For example:

• Seating for forty people
• Kitchen area with large cooker
• Laundry with ironing & drying facilities
• Pay-phone
• Drinks machine
• Pool table
• Campsite Shop (well stocked it says)
• Toilets
• Showers

This sounds like an amazing place, right? I felt like I needed, nay, deserved some Haribo Starmix. The well stocked campsite shop shouldn't have a problem fulfilling that need. I went to Scott and went down the list you see above. Scott was in a high viz jacket and was remodeling the interior of the main building. This main building was the place where all said amenities were.

Each question was followed by some Scottish gurgles and an occasional clearing of his throat and then finally English: "April 1st." It took me a while to figure out what was going on. That's when it hit me. Please tuck this information away and never forget what I'm about to tell you.

NOTHING IN SCOTLAND OPENS UNTIL APRIL 1ST.

The showers were actually open. But that really didn't matter. We were lucky to even get a wigwam. Tomorrow was going to be our last 7 miles. We had packed an extra dinner so that night we had two dinners instead of one. We thought we were entitled to such a luxury. We even showered (separately) and got into warmish clothes. We hung up our wet clothes on the indoor clothing line and went to bed. I slept like a log.