Loch Fyne Oysters, Clachan.

A restful night last night at the castle corner campsite Best nights sleep for Angela in a while. Before leaving we spoke to a couple of our fellow travellers. One, a young girl around eighteen/nineteen was off to Ireland, then taking a ferry over to northern Spain to then drive to Portugal, Southern Spain and if there was time Italy. We wished her a safe journey. Having driven some of this route ourselves we gave her a few tips. As Marge slipped out of the site, the morning sun caught the tops of the ruffling waves in the Solway Firth. Today our adventure would begin properly, we were in Scotland now. Bring it on Marge.

Once pass Glasgow we drove alongside Loch Lomond, which was beautiful, interesting and a little dangerous. Eyes on the road Angela, not on the view. It was hard to concentrate, the mountains topped with snow were fascinating. Then the weather changed, four seasons in a few hours. Heavy icy rain made us pull over for five minutes, then cold wind made us retreat back into Marge after we stopped high up in the mountains to take photographs. But the sun kept reappearing, and we soon forgot the earlier cold rain. 

Our stop tonight is in the car park of Loch Fyne Oysters at Clachan. The view from Marge down Loch Fyne is fantastic, just as the view towards the snow topped mountains is. 

Suffering from cabin fever, having spent so much time in Marge these last few days of travelling we walked out. Angela tripped over a bramble, despite a warning to be careful from John, which she did not hear. Ouch! Now she has very sore and swollen knees. 'What a liability'. O.K. Marge, that'll do. Despite the rain closing in for the night, we are snug in Marge, and looking forward to tomorrow when we will drive down to the Mull of Kintyre. Fingers crossed for fine weather.