Driving this last stretch on the main land between Fort William and Mallaigh was timed to the minute. I had calculated at what moment the Jacobite train would pass the Glenfinnan Bridge. And we didn’t have spare time to wait for the next one, as our car ferry would not wait for us in Mallaigh. Based on the discussions I overheard the last days before, a spot on a ferry is a result of good planning and early reservations, and less the result of good luck. I took the first approach and had tickets. We only needed to be there in time…
We were almost at Glenfinnan and saw much more people around. What is this parking to the right? This must be it. I drove onto it and saw that the guy was starting to close down the parking: “there is a parking a few hundred meter further down”. Yeah right… with our schedule, no way we will miss our slot of seeing the train on the bridge. Adrenaline rush. I have driven in Brussels, Athens… parked my much bigger car in much smaller places. I will find a spot! And… obviously… I did.
We ran up that hill. Did I mention that our – except my son’s – physical condition was not that brilliant? Gasping for air we look for the best spot to take pictures of the train passing the bridge. Yes. We found our spot and waited. And some more. 15h00, according to my plan it should be arriving in a minute or so. 15h00… nothing… 15h05… 15h10… We should be leaving now… but what if the train passes by when we are just leaving?… 15h13.. Tuut tuut !!! … YES YES YES … we got it! And now, as fast as we can to our car and on our way to the ferry.
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