The Gaelic poet Duncan Ban Macintyre was born and raised on the southern side of Loch Tulla in  Druim Liaghart .    When he was young he courted the daughter of the Landlord of the Inveroran Hotel,  Màiri bhàn òg.  In his poems he observed the busy lives of the villagers; farming, hunting, fishing and weaving; the social life of the village, of fairs, music and song. His works captured the essence of  a living vibrant community. Coming down to Inveroran Inn On a bright sunny day such as today it would be easy to image that this place could be busy with people going about their business, more difficult to understand how they would cope in the depths of winter. But people did subsist, although admittedly the living was difficult. The Highlands was thronged with crofters. For the land owners there were better ways to make money than rely on the meagre rents of their tenants and (especially after the '45 Jacobite rebellion) ridding the land of the quarrelsome Jacobites and farming shee

Today’s walk is going to be a long one in comparison to the rest of our itinerary.   At nineteen miles with nearly two thousand feet of elevation gain it takes the prize for the most demanding day. Despite this I am excited because we will be staying overnight in the spectacular and historical setting of Glencoe.    To give us the best possible start we arrived at breakfast just as they are laying out the buffet items and we are left to our own devices to collect our food and push slices of bread through the crazy rolling toaster that never actually manages to toast two sides evenly or at all.  The restaurant itself could sit hundreds of people and had long draped tables down each side, all set out as if for a massive banquet.   About half an hour into our breakfast, the hordes from the coach parties descended. The queue increased exponentially and soon it rivalled ‘ The Queue ’, as it had become known, in London for the lying-in-state of the Queen. Queuing is often regarded as a pecul