One Direction!

Well the Argyll hobbits went to Kintyre to blow their boozy cobwebs away! We hit Westport in the vain hope of seeing some sexy surfing dudes folks on the shore. There were one or two but not worth looking at  and  they were rubbish surfers! We saw plenty of dogs & folks of all shapes and sizes, dead fish, a dead sheep, a hot water bottle, several dummies and a few chookie birds. We then made our way to our favourite shagging spot (cormorants to you lot!) The birds were their usual amiable selves. Final stop was A Chleat where my three intrepid hobbits went off in search of more photos while I brewed up some tea. 
With a good brew came good conversation covering all manner of things. However only they could get knickers, camels feet & magnets into the one sentence!! I almost lost my dental plate laughing. 
A great day with good friends and good craic.