A Wee Thing

Giggling helplessly on my way down from the ridge, because the names are so ridiculous, all stemming from calling our shallows Loch Lomond. Along hopelessly twee Bonnie Banks Way (ranch houses with neat green lawns), down Loch Haven, Loch This, Loch That, I was humming 'The Tangle o' the Isles'. I, wee McCromack.