When you go for a quiet wander along the shores of Loch Chon and you are greeted by a bunch of neds, fisherman and psuedo bushcrafters in everthing from quads, to landies to vans, bikes and canoes; and all you can see and hear is the axe weilders hacking down the lovely oaks, the roar of huge fires, the thumping beat from a generator powered boogie box and the yells and screetches of those exploring various altered states of consciousness and experiencing their own internal inferno in the most external of ways.
Think I'm kidding? go up there on any sunny bank holiday weekend or during the summer in a nice spell and see for yourself!
Think I'm kidding? go up there on any sunny bank holiday weekend or during the summer in a nice spell and see for yourself!
