You know there's going to be some serious drinking ahead when you need a knife and fork to eat your soak-up-the-alcohol soup.
And there was. Not quite sure how a bottle of sherry sneaked into the mix mind you, but we managed to tan that along with God knows what else through another enjoyable evening on the banks of Loch Earn.
Fell asleep fully clothed on the pull-out bed in Tam's caravan and was dead to the world - and oblivious to the professional level snoring that was apparently going on - almost instantly. That's what fresh air, good banter and chunky soup does for you.