On the Bonny Banks

Booking into a hotel on Loch Lomond thinking mistakenly it would be a haven of peace, tranquility and calm was slightly misguided. The disco started up underneath me till the early hours for a wedding and the police were banging on a door trying to apparently get someone for drink driving - allegedly. I was pretty well unconscious and oblivious. Dorian could have hit and I wouldn't have woken up .... although not trying to think about that scenario too much as #1 son and his wife live in Fort Lauderdale.

The view from my room across the loch having tried valiantly with photoshop to take out the mist fog and rain