Hair of the Dog

Woke up this morning expecting an almighty hangover but was actually feeling not too bad. A couple of square sausage smothered in HP hit the spot and with the sun shining through the caravan window the day's activities (drinking mostly) were planned.

Walked the mile or so along the foreshore of Loch Earn taking in the views and into the village of St. Fillans. The Drummond Hotel, an old hotel full of character was our first stop, and we kittied up and ordered the first round of the day; the hair of the dog for me as the expected hangover had actually only been delayed an hour or so and had kicked in as we walked to the hotel.

Still, the Guinness had the desired effect and we had a great afternoon putting the world to rights and listening to stories of the old characters that used to be common place around our home towns a generation ago, characters that have mostly now been replaced by borderline psychotics and junkies.

A slightly more staggering stroll back to the caravan for some traditional mince and tatties to help soak up the alcohol then a visit to the site's own club (which was very quiet until we all arrived I think). Judging by the bright pink faces and panda eyes being displayed by a couple of us as we sat glowing in here tonight we'd all got a good skelp of the sun too, which is something we always seem to bring along with us when we visit.

Good times.