Glen Gary's Bowling-green; whose tops are grey crags, and from their bases creep wood, intermixed with patches of verdure, wherever they can embrace these rough majestic sovereigns. I determined to take a sketch of this place on my return, as I should then face the most beautiful landscape; but I forgot the old true adage, that delays are dangerous. The same determination prevailed when I came in sight of Loch Lochy; but, behold! the next day both these delightful picturesque places were darkened, and mostly concealed by rain and mist, to my great mortification. The road continues hanging over Loch Oich to its head (whence the water runs towards the North sea), and then it descends to a marshy flat, and soon reaches the head of Loch Lochy; where the water runs the quite contrary way, to seek, towards the south-west, the Irish channel.
At the head of Loch Lochy is a charming landscape; the lake almost filling the space between the mountains on each side of it. The Loch itself is a fine vista; reflecting the shores in the softest tints, fading away to a beautiful conical hill, closing the centre in the distant horizon. The road again mounts a shelf hanging over the
