Today I drove west from Bridge of Cally, through some small villages including the world famous Dull, then found myself not lost, but not quite sure where I was — but when it looks like this, who cares.
I didn’t get much written, but it was a spectacular place to stop and have a cuppa and catch my breath for a half-hour.
Onward to Oban tomorrow, and a lunch of UK’s best fish & chips.