After hugging the Loch for a while on departure on Day 3, the countryside opened up and we were able to enjoy Glencoe in better weather than 2 years ago, when it looked rather sinister and forbidding.
The rolling hills, peaks and valleys combine into some very fine unspoilt landscape.After crossing the bridge, we passed through Fort William and stopped at a Little Chef for some lunch, our second, for a bit of lunch. The dour waitress apologised to Jean that there was no salad because they were out of tomatoes, yet slices of tomato appeared on the toasties order by others, duh! Julie threatened to start letting down tyres if we stopped at another, and we didn't! The skies darkened and the rain set in after we had stopped at the Commando Memorial just outside Fort William. It was to continue until just before Aviemore, including a flood that made part of the road like a ford. John hit it in spectacular fashion, closely followed by Sue. I managed to take a little speed off, but still felt the bow wave half way up my calves. All the bikes kept going throughout, albeit somewhat dirtier thanks to the rain and a profuse amount of mud and poop of one kind or another on the road in places.
Once again, registration was extremely well organised at Aviemore by the Dunedin Chapter, and we were quickly in the hotel and unpacked. After a pleasant dinner and a few drinks, we looked forward to a restful night, which wasn't to be! The hotel fire alarm went off at 5am, with full evacuation, only to discover than some dummy had covered a smoke detector with a rubber glove so as to try and smoke near it!
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