Wild camping in September in Scotland.

On the last weekend of September a group of us went a run with a bit of wild camping, I set off met the rest of the group at Stirling services. We rid to Gargunnock, back down to Balloch, up towards Tarbet on to the A83, by the rest and be thankful to butter bridge then towards Inveraray where we had a quick stop and a pee. After the short stop we headed back down towards Castleton, up towards Lochgilphead, up towards Oban, across Connel bridge the roads and amazing views were breath taking and will be doing this trip again, up to Glencoe where we stopped for something to eat, unfortunately due to medical issues I only had Mac and Cheese which was amazing but when I saw what the others got, I can only say I was jealous as it looked amazing. We got a bag of wood as well from a petrol station for when we stopped. We headed back off and turned off the beacon track just before the kings house to more amazing views, the reason I have ordered a GoPro, about 30-40 mins after turning off the main road. We found a stop which we could fit the 5 bikes in the side of the road. We had to cross a small stream which had been filled with roads and camped on a mini island, the what3words is ///property.gravitate.forkful if you want to look. We set up our tents before the sun went down, around 18.00 and set up our fire which lasted until mid-night. Due to my dietary needs, I used a army ration bag MRE and even the cooker you can buy for the mesh tins, the others had the jet boil for their rolls and square sausage, I had the beans and sausage which was fantastic as when you are slightly cold and hungry anything tastes amazing. Me and my son are planning to review these ration packs doing some wild camping on the bike for his YouTube channel. We packed up leaving as we found it, as they say, leave no trace then loaded the bikes up, we headed off down towards the green welly for a short stop then down to Callander. The bike ran faultlessly and was a great bike to run, even when we left in the Scottish mist which just wet everything, the bike kept me going. After Callander it was just a short trip to Stirling then back home to Falkirk. The tracker showed the route we took to get there, unfortunately the tracker had a hiccup and never picked up the run home.