Inverewe

Glorious Inverewe Gardens. After which we discovered a puncture.

Which turned out fine. The nice man in the not-really-a-garage in Poolewe gave us enough air to get to Gairloch, where the garage was conveniently located not far from the great Museum, which was the exact amount of entertainment for all of us until the tyre was replaced.

There was a screw, which I foolishly pulled out two days ago, but it was only a matter of time.