After stuffing our faces with a full English at the BnB, we went a few miles north to the village of Glencoe. It is a two-horse town, without the horses. There is almost nothing to see there, so we went straight through to a forest park and had a walk in the woods. It was undemanding and very pretty. We fancied a coffee and went to the Glencoe Visitors centre, and had some truly terrible coffee, but the soup and scone was much better. The exhibition about the Glencoe Massacre was very interesting, the story about McDonalds Vs Campbell's had nothing to do with catering but was all to do with the Clan rivalries and government power.
Glencoe it's self is a beautiful glaciated valley, with streams cascading down the side and mists swirling across the summits. It was raining when we drove through, which somehow made it feel more powerful. I almost expected an army of Orcs to burst out a cave and charge down the mountain side!
As we drove away the rain dried up, and we crossed Loch Leven and caught the ferry at Corran to cross over Loch Linhe to go over to Ardamurchan. We didn't know what to expect, but it turned out to be the best part of our holiday so far. The scenery is a spectacular combination of mountains, lochs, rivers and sea, with another great view round ever corner. The roads are mostly single carriage way with passing places, which kept Julie on her toes pulling in every few minutes. The road goes around the Ardnamurchan region, which is the furthest part west of the British mainland. 
The sun came out and the views were outstanding, we kept seeing places that looked like Cornwall, the Lake District, British Columbia and New Zealand! Our final destination was Arisaig which is on the road north to Mallaig. It has some lovely white sandy beaches and blue sea, which reminded me of Whitsand Bay. 
After that it was a dash east down the A830 to Fort William to get some dinner. It ain't a pretty town. The high street is full of all manner of tourist tat shops, and the sea front is a dual carriageway. It does have a Wetherspoon's, and as you know, dear reader, I enjoy a good-value dinner. After a lamb shank and two pints of Deucher's IPA, I viewed Fort William much more favourably.
So in summary, if you visit Argyle, don't miss Ardnamurchan, it won't disappoint you, bit Fort William will.
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