Due to the excellent underfoot conditions we farely rattled along and reached the man-made steps down to the Lochan in about half an hour from setting off. As it was still relatively early we had the area to ourselves and what a way to experience the place. The mirror like surface of the water perfectly reflected it's tree lined shores, the sun was still to rise high enough to illuminate the lochan and in the low light the famous green tinge to the water was difficult to see. I could easily have stayed longer enjoying the other-worldly scene before us. Whilst the reason, often cited, for the green colouring being as a result of the fairies washing their clothes in it's waters might be a wee bit fancilful to say the least. If fairies had to do their washing somewhere I have yet to find anywhere on my adventures more ideally suited than here !
All that was left to complete a fantastic day was a trouble free return journey back down the road. What were the chances of that ? Correct. Absolutely feckin' hee-haw ! In the 6 hours I had been away, the traffic cones had multiplied exponentially. Despite the innumerable miles of road they were earmarking for 'work', the number of workmen on the same stretch were as conspicuous only by their absence. It would be fair to say the only 'dualling' I witnessed actually taking place was when I passed a couple of fluorescent jacketed workies menacingly staring at each other about twenty yards apart, one rocking up with a shiny new cone, what else ! The other armed with his bloody thermos flask, I kid you not !! Which century is the anticipated completion date in ? Eventually I arrived back in Perth after 2 and a half hours, could've been worse I suppose, and I had at least had a great day, bagging Munro #87 into the bargain.