Drove back to Briton Ferry overnight, and Dave then spent much of Monday ferrying me around to collect provisions, etc. Top bloke.
Time to share a couple of vignettes from last week, before I forget them:
As a dozen or so kayakers were preparing in the sunshine to cross the sound to the foot of Loch Coruisk, we were watched by a pair of young children sitting on the quay, waiting for the ferry. You'll have to imagine the slow, contemplative, drawn-out delivery in a Scottish accent, as one turned to the other and asked, "Why are those people smiling ... a lot?"
And then, at risk of being accused of pandering to stereotypes, this conversation in the fish-&-chip shop in Broadford, between myself and a polite and helpful young man behind the till:
G: One cod & chips, one haddock & chips, and two mushy peas please.
P&HYM: Oh sorry; we're right out of mushy peas. They were very popular this evening.
G: OK, then ... two portions of baked beans, please.
P&HYM: Oh, I don't know why they're still on the menu. We haven't served them for years. Sorry.
G: Ummm. Do you have anything vaguely resembling a vegetable?