When in Oban

To that Oban where we arrive mid afternoon with a couple of hours to kill before the Kerrera ferry can whisk us over to the island. So there was coffee and ice cream, but my sneaky plans for a teatime pint came to nothing. Everywhere stowed out! The SK, seeing my downturned little face, and on the pretext of going to pick up a pint of milk, came up with the goods. Never tasted better.
So then, to the island and a great little meal in their Waypoint restaurant tent. The waitress was apologetic about how few chips had been included and said she could go back to the kitchen if we’d like. I said we’d be fine and asked what desserts they had, just in case we were still hungry. For future reference, if offered more chips, always say yes. I ought to have known that.