No fish in Scotland
Sunday After much planning and endless anticipation I finally set off for Scotland in the new, but used and recently purchased camper. I hadn't bothered to give it a name as I'm not particularly fond of it and so didn't want to personify her, I mean "it". If it broke down, which had happened to me plenty previously, then our relationship estrangement would be rendered simpler for the fact we were never on first name terms to begin with. This was purely a functional arrangement and I'd managed the van's expectations thus prior to embarkation. I'd originally thought of completing the North Coast 500, though due to time constraints but mainly apathy once I researched how far it was, I decided on a bit of a fudge. I was to stop at Loch Lomond, Loch Ness, Wick, Orkney, then the two same lochs again on the way back home. I'd done a reasonable amount of wild lake fly fishing at home and, having tried other forms of the sport as well as stocked