It's Grim Up North

By lynnfot

Lachlan Chapel

Sitting in the rain, outside a closed restaurant, we were reflecting that all of our wettest holidays have been in Argyll.

There was the week on Loch Awe when it rained so much that the jetty belonging to the house disappeared. Then there was the week, off grid, on Loch Sween when it was so wet and so still that the turbine that provided the lighting never managed to turn.

I do remember two instances of sunshine but they were nearly twenty years ago.....

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