I feel like a trip report is in order...
For starters, my best friend (sadly now deceased) was always late for everything (including her own funeral but that's another story) and despite the best efforts of me and the other friend to chivvy her along we predictably missed the train we were intending to catch from Euston and had to do a mad trolley-dash to Kings Cross. Best friend also had a way of falling on her feet and as it turned out, the train we should have caught was massively delayed (I forget why now) and we ended up getting to Scotland hours earlier than we would have done otherwise.
We stayed the first night at a hostel near Fort William, some way up Glen Nevis, and we think we heard a wild cat calling whilst we were en route up the glen. Everyone at the hostel (which was unusually busy for February) was doing variations on the railcard offer theme.
The next day we carried on to Mallaig and then hitched up the coast from there. I forget the hostel we stayed at but it was close to the famous phone box from Local Hero. The hostel warden was a bit of a jobs worth and wouldn't allow us to leave earlier than the official opening up time (we needed to, because we had to get back to the South). We had to climb out of a window early in the morning to make good our escape.
We stuffed our faces with bean burgers from Burger King when we got back to London as we'd not really eaten anything for the three days we were away. Too much else going on but we did drink plenty of whisky! I also remember we were listening to Clannad most of the time (it was when the album Macalla had just come out).
Ah, happy times... best friend was a Scot (she ended her days on a very remote croft in the North West Highlands) and I miss her still....