Convoy...

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We celebrated our last night in Killin with the most amazing food from the Dochart Falls Inn.  Stunning seafood, and I will never look at a Waitrose blini in the same way again.  Then back to basecamp where the husband covered himself in self adhesive insect repellant stickers.  These are meant for children, and the packet suggests one of two stickers per child.  The husband has upped the dosage ten-fold and has taken on the appearance of a Rainbow presenter over the past few days.  The stickers' sticky claim to fame is not brilliant, and I have been finding them everywhere.  In my washing basket, walking up to the shower block and most recently in the washing machine at our new site in Kinlochewe.  Suffice to stay, they haven't really worked and the husband has more bites on him than ever.

When we left Killin this morning, we waited for a couple of lady drivers in motorhomes to take the lead on the road. We knew that this journey was going to be slightly more 'interesting' than the others, and the husband thought it would be a cunning wheeze to let these two go first and pave the way through the narrow lanes.  As we set off, it gave the husband free rein to remind me of his CB radio days, and the film, Convoy.  I did get to a point, somewhere round Dull (twinned with Boring in Oregon for info) that if he said '10/4 for a copy, good buddy' or mentioned 'bear in the air' in a very suspicious American drawl, I might have swiped at him with my 2009 road map.

Our plan backfired though, as sadly, the two ladies driving these had exactly the same idea, and after five miles or so, they pulled over to let us pass.  We did bump into them at a sandwich stop about a hundred miles later which was really funny.  They were absolutely lovely, and we parted company with a smile and a wave.

We are now settled in at Kinlochewe.  I've done my first wash, the towels are hanging on my new line (Jolly Sock Man, who is married to daughter number two, will find his toes curling at this admission) and the husband has driven to the nearest shop for alcohol.  The weather is cooler, the breeze is beautiful, and the view from our site is just breath-taking. 

We are here for a while now, and I am looking forward to getting down and dirty with the NC500.

Bring it on...



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