Monday 3 
October 2005 
Bow Bar Or Bust My hosts are wonderful, letting me use the 
computer for hours to try to sort out flights and such, and offering whatever 
other support they can. I leave Plockton at about noon and drive five hours 
straight to Edinburgh, up beautiful and empty Glen Shiel, and then up achingly 
poignant Glencoe, veiled by sun-tinged mist. I gobble the last of my cheese and 
crackers as I pass over desolate Rannoch Moor, and am not hungry when I get to 
Edinburgh, so I skip dinner. I want very badly to go to the Bow Bar, especially 
since I don t know if I ll be back. I spend a quiet few hours there with pints 
of Landlord and a couple of glasses of whisky. My flight is in the morning, at 10:20, and a long and sad 
journey is ahead; but tonight, just for a little while, I can sit in a familiar 
place and take some small comfort in a good dram.
  
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