Waiting for Johnno

Off, after a breakfast ashore at the "Antlers," (Jura has decided that deer is its USP) on to lovely Gigha where we anchored up and went ashore to ramble far and wide. And buy ice cream.
We’d made a mistake with the cuisine though. There’s a cracking place, the Boathouse, down at the jetty where we sat and enjoyed a beer overlooking the boats and beach. But we went off and ate in the Gigha Hotel run by a couple who wouldn’t be out of place in a Leith Walk boozer, served by a glum Polish beanpole of a youth, and a harassed wee lassie.
It was something we’d remarked on previously that everywhere we went we were served by locals and it’s been pretty good. Probably a combination of covid and brexit has curtailed other options. Discuss. No, actually, please don’t.