To Holy Loch

Good lord. Elections everywhere. Actually this one seems to have largely passed me by. Though i did make it up to the polling station in time to vote before picking up Messrs D and B, the Chemical Doctors, and ferrying them through west. Literally ferrying, too, as we made it over to Dunoon.
Bags stashed below, we stepped out to the Holy Loch Inn, an unprepossessing place which actually had a couple of Loch Fyne Ales on tap, and served up excellent haddock and chips.
Then back for rum and nuts and much nonsense before eventually wriggling into the down filled bag. Early start, said the Cap'n.