Torrisdale

Before leaving Loch Fyne, which was outstandingly beautiful in the early morning sunshine, we bought crayfish sandwiches and a black pudding sausage roll from the deli for our lunch. The crayfish sandwiches were delish! The black pudding sausage roll not so.

First stop this morning Tarbert. A small town on the west coast. We walked up to the castle and around the shops, buying a book on the outer Hebridean islands for later in our trip. Castle day to day Marge.

Skipness castle on the side of the Kintyre peninsula afforded views across to the island of Arran. The sun shone, and we took our time walking back to the van alongside banks of daffodils. In the woods wild garlic grew in abundance. A stash of it now in Marge's fridge. 

Tonight, Marge has the best spot in a very small parking area just off the road adjacent to the beach. Our view is still Arran, standing proud in the evening light. Angela collected driftwood for a project she has planned at home and John sat and watched two seals in the shallows.

Soon the weather broke, and as every night since we arrived in Scotland it rained, heavily. But we didn't care, we knew the sun would shine on us again tomorrow.