F1 Widow!

Since Terry is watching the Italina Gran Prix, I have an opportunity to continue my saga as promised.

At this point, we are staying near Oban and enjoying the watery delights of the Inner Hebribes. We were regaled with common seals, atlantic seals, riptides and the above shags on the aforementioned sea-fari.

On our walk up Glen Nevis, we really did witness a singular celebration of water.

A Sikh family had actually planted the picnic table IN the river and were having their snap whilst doing silly things with water and giggling a lot - maybe it's an ancient tradition on the subcontinent!

And further up the valley - of course, the Glen Nevis falls:

Water, water everywhere round these parts -

We felt we had to visit Gen Orky, too, to reawaken fond memories of lovely waterscapes, first visited many moons ago when on holiday in Scotland with the children.

Wow! Driving there, sporting, of course, our Spanish number plate, a couple wound down their car window and shouted "¡hola!", like yer do. At this spot, we met them and spoke Spanish with each other for about 5 minutes, when the penny dropped with both of us. They were Scottish and I have to say her Spanish was much better than mine!

So they graciously created a very rare thing - a picture of Terry and me TOGETHER!

Other hi-lites of our holiday:

Judy & Terry finally converted to the delicious world of sushi!