So there we were, minding our own business after leaving Skye bound for Aberdeen, when we saw a sign proclaiming the tallest waterfall in the UK was a left turn away. Tallest waterfall? No idea exactly where or how far away it is? Don’t deny it – you’d have turned too.
After a meandering drive along a long lake, appropriately titled Loch Long (you'll be disappointed to know that long=ship, not distance in the Scottish Gaelic parlance), we found ourselves 12 kms later at a dead end. No waterfall in sight, no hint of a car park from which one might walk to said falls (as is typical in Australia), no signposts, no tourists, no hikers. Not even a solitary cranky sheep. The area seemed to contain little more than half a dozen houses in various states of disarray and a couple of B&Bs. Strewn along the roadside were tractors, cars, trailers, concrete mixers, old tyres, chunks of trees and other bits of household and garden debris that were probably discarded at the beginning of the Industrial Age.
As it turns out, the other thing here is the beginning of the 10 KILOMETRE HIGHLAND HIKE to the Falls of Glomach.
So, naturally, we got back in the car and drove to Aberdeen.