Unfortunately on our visit a couple of weeks ago the weather wasn't great. Although it wasn't particularly cold, there was a wind that would have nearly taken your head clean off and so we retreated to the shelter of McCuaig's bar/restaurant/tea-room/general-place-to-go-when-everywhere-else-is-closed. After refreshments and something to eat (pretty good fare, truth be told) we headed back to our room for the night.
Isn't it great when you're forced to make your own entertainment? While The Brother and I reflected on the day just past and our hopes for the following day the girls kept themselves amused with camp-fire songs and general mayhem:
Now the thing is, if we'd been at home as usual, these moments would never have happened. Well, they might have, but doubtful if The Brother or I would have been witness to them. There's something about 'going away', isn't there - puts us in the holiday spirit and all that.