Out to lunch

After a break of several months, it was time to revisit our custom of having lunch with my cousin and his wife somewhere suitable - and usually that's been in Glasgow, despite a few forays into Argyll. Today, however, we drove to their new house near Lochearnhead and walked through the forest to a nearby hostelry (about a mile along a cycle track). It was a glorious day, and by the time we'd eaten the sun was hot overhead for our walk back.

Getting there, mind, was quite a trial. The most obvious route for us is over the Rest and Be Thankful (the dry weather having removed for now the chance of a landslip) and up the northern quarter of the Loch Lomond road. This bit was hellish; we were caught in a string of cars behind a very large towed caravan; the driver of the car simply stopped dead every time anything larger than a modest car came down the road to pass him, and the whole string would then have to stop and wait for him to regather his nerve. Caravans and big campers are the bane of drivers on these roads: do people realise, I wonder, what they're taking on?

We had thought of driving home the long way round, by Inveraray, but the early evening sun would have been in our eyes for many miles further and we were already tired of it. We needn't have worried: the road was almost empty and we whizzed home with no bothers at all. 

Blipping Himself and my cousin's wife walking back after lunch, with a cheeky wee extra of the last sun on a hill above the Rest and Be Thankful, where I got fed up trying to take photos from the car and we stopped where the path up Beinn an Lochan starts. For two pins ...