Ardrishaig

Well, three of us got away at not much before midday. The two Scots Jimmies, and Jane, who is actually from East Germany and is a bit younger (c.1963 I believe). Just as we set off, the wind dropped so we decided on Ardrishaig and a trip through the Crinan rather than motoring all the way round the Mull. And then it started chucking it down. Bucketing.
But gradually it improved, and the wind got up and we almost got into the Ardrishaig sea lock for the 5pm closedown. Except we didn't.
Which means we didn't get a key to the lavvies. Only one thing furr it - off to the Grey Gull for a pie and a pint. And a seat.