This week, driving north up the (atrocious) A82, we spotted a van transporting the luggage belonging to walkers on the West Highland Way, allowing them to proceed unencumbered.
"You know, my grandfather wrote about a trip north he made in his diary," said my dad, who was driving. "He went hiking with some friends, and they hired a Highlander, who was more at home in Gaelic than English, and he pushed their luggage along on a little cart."