Not the A82

Traveling south from Fort William down to Loch Lomond on a wet and grey August day. Normally I drive the A82 and on a day like today I would have cranked the tunes up and kept my foot hovering over the accelerator. Today, however, is different - I have the dubious luxury of traveling by train during the Covid era. But this does mean I have time to ponder the landscape, from behind my rain-streaked, mucky Scot Rail carriage window.