Day 7 - Drymen to Milngavie

We headed out mid-morning on foot through Drymen and on to a meeting point at the Beech Tree Inn, where Bill was meeting us with the bus so that we could take a tour of the Glengoyne Distillery. Nice little tour, complete with wee drams of Glengoyne single malt (somewhat fruity, not smoky/peaty like Highland Park). 

After a quick trip through the gift shop, Bill brought us back to the Beech Tree and we picked up the trail for the last stretch. And it WAS a stretch. There was a fairly lengthy hill to go up, and then, as we approached Milngavie (pronounced "Mull-guy" - yes, I know), we saw several misleading and almost demoralizing distance signs. "Milngavie - 2 miles". A mile later, another sign: "Milngavie - 2 miles". Huh? After 100+ miles, the LAST thing you want is a distance sign that LIES to you! 

Anyway, we had James' cousin Chris (and his springer spaniel, Jenny) join the small group I was with.  It was nice to have him along - he made sure that we didn't miss this lovely memorial along the side of the trail.

And then we were at trail's end - an obelisk outside a coffee shop, along with our fearless leader, who escorted us to the top of a short ramp.

 

Bill got us to the hotel (Private rooms for everyone!), where some people collapsed. There was a victory party at a nearby restaurant/pub, where James and Bill handed out buttons reading "I Walked the West Highland Way" and special commemorative medals. A cake had been made, and was enjoyed, then folks headed back to the hotel to pack and crash for a few hours before heading to the airport first thing in the morning.

 

 

 

Final post to come tomorrow, after I get some real sleep in my own bed.  :)