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... which I thought suitable. In the glen there was a circular labyrinth in the grass, marked with stones and after following the path to the centre, we each placed our gift with others. Coins, the odd chap stick, hair clips, were some of the gifts left. It was a magical spot. We had lunch in the lovely village of Portree, a small sea port. We got back to Plockton about 5. Cheryl and I had decided to buy a ...
... Gardens the weather wasn't too bad. Just a light drizzle. We walked around most of the walled garden before the rain got considerably heavier. Once it got to unbearable we made our way to the obligatory gift shop. Believe it or not they didn't sell seeds from their garden. As that was the one thing that interested me I went and sat down in a sulk while Gail shopped for post cards and other things that she found interesting, Once done at ...
... and gear changer, and my snapped spoke. After around 6000 miles Connie is ready for a good servicing and a many new parts!
James was at his laid back and entertaining best. From juggling 7 balls to balancing a kayak paddle on his chin, we were never bored. James has an appetite of a sizable animal and any number of facial expressions with hilarious photographic consequences! Will Calamity James' long nameless bike finally get a name!? Brook?
For Raquel ...
... in the ladies to show them what happens when they clean up after their men at home. If more women house trained their men before they came camping, these posters would not be necessary. At this point I am nearly in tears for laughing and Ian has beat a hasty retreat to the tent as I am apparently embarrassing him! Washing finished and all pegged out to dry we set off for the beach. We can see it from our campsite. It is conveniently located five minutes ...
A Glaswegian with an Irish accent staying on our campsite tells me he towed his caravan on this road yesterday. It's foyne, really foyne, to be sure, to be sure. He then proceeds to tell me his full life history from current girlfriend back to failed marriage...children lost and found...and his business which his daughter now runs. He's a very friendly chap who lived in Glasgow for twenty years before he discovered that Loch Lommond was only a half hour ...