Bothy Moments

Sitting curled up in front of the log burner, bathing in the warming glow I wrapped my hands around the huge mug of tea. We had arrived at the bothy only hours before and we were hiding away from the storm raging outside.

The wind howled through the Glen and the river sounded ferocious as it cut through the landscape to the loch. The rain battered the roof and windows but we were safe, the old bothy had stood the test of time and I found myself thinking of other travellers who had sought solace in the little white bothy.

We slept well that night cocooned in our cosy sleeping bags with the promise of adventure to come.
I woke early the following morning unable to sleep. Slipping on my walking boots, I took the dog and my camera to the glassy, calm loch. Standing there in awe, I took in the towering mountains which stood guard over Loch Etive. It was one of those special moments I’ll always remember, just me and the dog in the early morning light.

Mornings in the bothy were some of my favourites, I would take the dog to the loch, she would swim and I would take photos before we would wander back. I would then drink my morning brew sitting at the window, looking out at the views. The silence and solitude was so good for the soul and was just what I needed after a tough time.

The loch was ever changing and each morning it was different. Some mornings it was bathed in the golden glow of the sun and other mornings, you couldn’t see the mountains for the cloud. It didn’t matter what the weather was like, I just loved sitting by the loch soaking up the sounds of nature and the views.

Now back home, I’m missing the little white bothy that was our home for a week. I’m craving the mountains, the loch and the river. The silence, the solitude and the immersion in nature. I’m missing those cold, stormy evenings where we had a wee dram to keep us warm.

Here’s to the next adventure….