In The Grip Of A Tyrefitter’s Hand

My pointless trip up north to break the car was really just driving up and down the West Highland Way. I spent an awful lot of time looking at where the track is, even the bits I walked in the dark. I recognised the shape of land I passed over at 0200hrs, I smiled when I spied my Saturday night campsite across Loch Lomond, now with a boat moored at it. I saw where I missed the trail in Glen Falloch and ended up on the road instead. I looked across to steep sided Conic Hill where the tone of the journey really changed. I peered over towards Ba Bridge and up at the Devils Staircase, two points of totally constrasting emotions in my memory.

It really brought it all back, every step of it and how much I enjoyed it. I want to go again.

9 thoughts on “In The Grip Of A Tyrefitter’s Hand

  1. I saw Dio with Vivian Campbell and then later with that 16 year old boy he had on guitar after Craig Goldie. That was in a half empty Edinburgh Playhouse. Trouble were the support band though which was nice :o)

  2. I saw Budgie just the other year (or so I thought till I checked my tickets and found it was Nov’04) on the Renfrew Ferry – before they ripped all the character out of the place refurbishing it – great place for a gig and I was surprised how much I enjoyed it. The last time I’d seen Budgie was the early 80’s. :0)

  3. Supporting Ozzy in 1980?
    Their 80s albums were a bit mince after Power Supply.

    I like that new one they made last year, “We’re all living in Cuckoo Land”

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