Halfway through your walk, you’ll smell it—the glorious aroma of bacon and instant coffee. The little cafe at the visitor centre is a beacon of hope. It’s not fancy. It’s the kind of place where the sausage roll came out of a freezer, and that’s exactly why it’s perfect.
You queue up, order a tea and a tray bake, and stand outside watching the rainspots hit the loch. There’s a solidarity in the queue—everyone there has earned that cuppa. No one judges your soggy custard cream.
