Lucy was distinctly whiffy and in need of a bath, so rather than the usual options, I suggested we head for Loch Glow. Having grown up in Dunfermline, I knew that nearby Loch Fitty was a popular angling location, but I didn't realise that Loch Glow was equally popular for the same reason.
We headed down the M90 and parked at the end of the track heading to Loch Glow from the back road to Cleish. As we approached the Loch, we could tell that there were a lot of people around from the number of cars and even a coach in the parking area. I wondered if the coach was a downmarket version of the Lochs and Glens tour coaches you regularly see on the roads of Scotland!

I have to say that some of them were distinctly shifty looking but I enjoyed some crack with some of them (discussing the catch - or lack of it - and the football results blaring out of transistor radios). Debbie even remarked something about me reverting back to some kind of foreign sounding Fifer accent which too many years spent in Edinburgh and Perth and her best efforts have tended to smooth over!

Anyway, we eventually got beyond all the fishermen and Lucy had her opportunity to get off the lead and take a bath in the Loch, before we headed along the dry stane dyke leading from the head of the loch to the Black Loch and then up the short climb onto Dumglow. Although a little hazy for the camera to pick out in much detail, the views were pretty decent across the Forth Valley, the Firth of Forth and north east over Loch Leven and Kinross.
To return, we more or less retraced our steps back down to the head of the loch and back past the now even more inebriated anglers.
