Tour of Islay

It's all a little blurred. Wet night on Arran, early rise to ferry and a dash across the Mull to another ferry. Off that into a distillery.

And then a hellish ride against the wind and into the rain all the way to a pub, with a certain couple racing for the start of each place we came to.

And then to Port Charlotte. Couldn't get a place for dinner in the hotel so we went over the road - and found a vague barmaid.

"What is in the soup?"
"Oh, I don't know, a bit of everything, but its very nice - ask them, they've ordered it"
Looks at them
"We don't know, it hasn't come yet"