Despite being a beautiful evening last night we missed the northern lights, the cloud covered the late sky, and at 2 am we were in bed when the chance of seeing them occurred.
So this morning we were tired. Angela doesn't feel well. She's been suffering for a few days thinking it was just bad hay fever, but it's not. Upper respiratory, exactly what she suffered from in France early last year. With hardly any voice to help John, navigating the awful road layouts of Glasgow was a challenge.
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Leaving the chaos and noise of Glasgow behind we took to the mountains where we were rewarded with beautiful views and stunning landscape. Stopping at the top of the old military road at a viewpoint named 'The Rest and be Thankful', Muddy Marge took the limelight. Photograph her as much as you like. Yesterday at Stafford services a young man referred to her as a 'cool truck'. We are starting to realise she's a real attention grabber.
This evening we feel we are in the ' real Scotland', staying once again outside Loch Fyne Oysters adjacent to the loch. Upon our arrival the thunderstorm due all afternoon arrived obscuring all the surrounding scenery in it's anger. Fortunately within an hour the nearby mountains reappeared, now with foaming waters spewing and tumbling down them.
Even some Wild Garlic to go into John's breakfast omelette!
We are the only camper here, and don't mind. Just us and our Boxio compost loo which has now been christened. No taking it back to the shop now 😂