Drumsyniebeg late supper

A few more interesting conversations and the it is time to formulate a proposal. My throat is sore, but I manage to navigate the doubts and, seemingly, make a sale. Time will tell if this is a good outcome.

The flight home is delayed, so I spend time reading Anathem and eating scones with clotted Irish cream.

From Glasgow I head up Loch Lomond, take a left at the top of the Rest And Be Thankful, arriving at Drumsyniebeg as they serve supper. Beer, wine and whisky follow.

To avoid early morning children I sleep in their camper van.