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TO JOHNO' GROAT'S: I 61on the top and running out into the loch. It wasjust of a size to accommodate the van, withample margins on every side, and it was partlyscreened from the road by trees. Gingerly webacked her on to it till she rested on a level keel,and there she remained with water all about her,while the fine outline of Ben Lomond filled thebedroom window.We were only two milesfrom the county ofArgyll that night, but that is another story anddoes not concern us now.We spent the Sunday at Ardlui, at the Highlandend of Loch Lomond. The other end of the lochis of a gentle Lowland type of beauty :one feelsthat it would not be out of place among theEnglish Lakes. But its character changessuddenly toward the Northern end : the hillsidesspring more abruptly from its banks : theroad issqueezed close between rock and water,and at the top there is a strong impression ofwidening distances and expanding space. Birchwoods appear, flung far up the mountain-sides,and rolling tracts of moor.At Crianlarich we were forced to turn to theEast, the road by Oban and Fort William beingheld up, as far as we were concerned, by the ferryat Ballachulish. And thus our course lay along