Wandering Hobbits & Questionable Decisions | Our Loch Ness Hiking Theme Tune (Official Trail Song)

Hmmm Minus one by Loch Ness at dawn Owls still up while we yawned on Frost on boots and breath like smoke Day one nerves and nervous jokes Standing there in morning light Thinking this all seemed a great idea last night Pack so full they have their own postcode And somehow we still chose the uphill road From Fort Augustus we made our start With overpacked bags and underprepared hearts First climb hit and one voice said low We've barely begun and I want to go home We're wandering hobbits laughing through the miles Getting lost in maps and finding ourselves In smiles, snacks in our pockets, knees moving slow Still chasing horizons where wild winds blow We're wandering hobbits, masters of bad decisions Calling hotel nights, strategic trail revisions Carry too much, but somehow we know The best kind of life is the long way home 9.7 miles and the hills rolled high Views so good they made sore legs lie Every photo stop looked scenic and grand Definitely not because we could barely stand By old brine age we pitched that night River singing softly till morning light Stove came out and morale came back Nothing heals suffering quite like snacks Boots came off with a sacred sigh Stars burned bright in a highland sky And sat by the tent in evening glow So we toasted ourselves, not bad you know We're wandering hobbits Bay 2, opposite a river unnamed Still can't pronounce it, not even ashamed Coffee down and packs back on Surprisingly cheerful, staggering on 11 miles with the lock below Dark old water moving slow Those moody views made poets of us Till uphill sections made us cuss One said, I'm finding my trail flow The other said, I'm finding ibuprofen though Deep trail wisdom came in bits Mostly involving tea and salted crisps At one point stopped for wildlife views Really just giving the knees a truce At 1.6 miles an hour or so We call it strolling with purpose slow We're wandering hobbits Powered mostly by snacks Carrying half the house upon our backs Wrong turns, sore feet, but onward we go Professional ramblers putting on a show We're wandering hobbits Making questionable plans Walking at the speed of slightly tired humans Wind in the tent said, maybe not so Taxi to Inverness Hobbits say go Day three into doors we came Wind arrived completely unashamed Lovely camp spots tucked in the wood All looked scenic, none looked good Tent pegs rattled in imagination Prompting immediate consultation Executive meeting of two Convened agenda item one Survival means motion passed With unanimous cheer Hotel tonight sounds right, my dear Taxi hailed and off we flew Luxury hobbits in room for two Hot shower steam and proper sheets Trail walkers living like landed elites Call it quitting, absolutely no That's advanced level hobbiting Just so We're wandering hobbits We camp by rivers we cannot see Pretend we know where maps point each day Call wrong turns rude creativity And blisters part of trail identity When the wind says no We don't call defeat We call it a ruin, central heat And every mile somehow we'll show Joy often walks where sore feet go Back to the trail the following morn Like sensible fools once more reborn Final miles through woodland green Some of the prettiest we had seen Then the great Glenway crossed our tread Old adventures filled the head Stories remembered, miles once done And somehow the walking felt lighter for fun 11.7 to Inverness Town Four and a half hours knocked it down Not even a full day's work, you know Efficiency hobbits, stealing the show We're wandering hobbits Laughing through the miles Getting lost in maps And finding ourselves in smiles Snacks in our pockets, knees moving slow Still chasing horizons where wild winds blow We're wandering hobbits Masters of bad decisions Calling hotel nights Strategic trail revisions Carry too much But somehow we know The best kind of life Is the long way home We walk too far Carry too much Laugh too loud And somehow call it a holiday We're wandering hobbits