The Grey Mare’s Tail
It was forecast a day of sunshine and showers and that’s just what I got when I set out forKinlochleven and the Grey Mare’s Tail this morning. You wouldn’t think it was June with the top half of the hills wearing a fresh covering of snow.
It had rained all night and for much of the way to Glencoe. In fact, at one point, I evenswithered about abandoning the trip. At Glencoe it looked like the rain was well set to beon for the day however, just seven miles on, by the time I’d reached the head of the loch, ithad turned into a glorious day. Such is the beauty of Scotland’s fickle weather!
The rain may have stopped falling but the track to the Grey Mare’s Tail was looking morelike a burn than a path. I suppose guide books might describe it “wet underfoot”. I’m glad Ikept to Plan A as with all this water, the falls couldn’t have looked more spectacular.
Kinlochleven owes its very existence to the power of water and, of course, the production ofaluminium. Remote it may have been but how this wee town came into being, and how itsstreets and houses all had electricity before even London did, is a fascinating story wellworth travelling a long way to hear.
