A car-load of monkeys could not have been more restless. They hurled themselves from side to side, pointing out the old familiar landmarks as the car left Brodick behind and slowly climbed the String Road, the small white farms of Glen Sherraig lying far below them on the right. At the top of the String they insisted on the rite that was always performed - the car was stopped, and the fact which never seemed to pall, that the sea on both sides of the island could now be seen, was remarked on again. The ususal argument about the names of the peaks in the fierce and jagged range lying to their right started.
From HIGHLAND HOLIDAY, Chapter 2, Arran Revisited.
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