Och well, we were supposed to get up and be away by 8am, but we didn't stir until 8:30am. An early start was obviously out of the question.
So we finally got away at 10:30am and we headed up through Hell's Glen out towards Dunoon. At Dunoon, we went right through the town with the Firth of Clyde on our left. We had no address for John Dickinson but we had been told he lived in a house with a goat out the front.
Sure enough, we spotted a huge white goat (bigger than Goatum the goat at Malcolm and Aidan's place in Pahiatua) and found John. He lives opposite (on the other side of the Clyde that is) a huge chimney stack that was built to burn oil to make electricity. But, when the oil shock hit it had only been tested once, and never went again. Just blot on the landscape.
The weather was gorgeous - the Firth of Clyde was a brilliant blue and there were windsurfers on it.
We went to the Park Hotel in Dunoon with John and had lunch. I had chicken curry, but my rice was frozen!!!
John was nice. He was obviously chuffed to see Mum. He was sure he was dreaming. Hey reminisced for a few hours. They rang Aunt Nancy, who sounded tuckered out after our stay.
We left John and headed to Tarbet and up to Fort William. Took a snap of Ben Nevis then took the road to the Kyle of Lochalsh near Skye. Saw deer in the hills. Beautiful sunset on the way there.
We will rise early and head back to Invergarry to travel up Loch Ness to Inverness, then over to the east coast.
Nice B&B here. Mrs Munroe. £16.
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