Sunday, September 1, 2024

In Knoydart, a place so remote and grand,
The Old Forge stands, a beacon in the mist,
A pint worth journeying across the land.

Seven miles by boat or by foot, so grand,
Adventure seekers make the trek, they insist,
In Knoydart, a place so remote and grand.

Through rugged wilderness, they take a stand,
To reach the pub, a journey not to be missed,
A pint worth journeying across the land.

With every step, they navigate and understand,
The beauty of the journey, a true tryst,
In Knoydart, a place so remote and grand.

So raise a glass with friends, a merry band,
As they recount the tales, oh what a twist,
A pint worth journeying across the land.

In Knoydart, a place so remote and grand,
A pilgrimage to the pub, a modernist,
A pint worth journeying across the land.