Whiskey and water

Popped into the Marina hut to tell em we had arrived last night. In conversation re the weather the lady said, "this is normal. You should live here in the winter. Costs me £80 pounds a week to keep this hut warm". As I walked off down the pontoon I could still hear her muttering about how cold it gets. Obviously hit a raw nerve. Possible that she harboured internal regret at not moving to warmer climates with past opportunities. In fairness, the scenery is stunning, when you can see it. 

We popped over to Oban town (after first getting drenched waiting for the ferry). The following photo is a fair reflection of the key shopping theme; wool stuff, reduced. We bought 2. 

Found Tesco's for major restock of ships supplies then also found a lovely Scottish lass to help us transport these provisions back to the ferry, via a very nice cafe. A big thanks to Anne and to anyone who knows my chum, Gus. You may recognise some resemblance ! 

Basically a wet and wild day in Oban but did, however, present an opportunity to replenish the fantastic whiskey that my ex work colleagues treated me too as part of a leaving gift. I may have mentioned earlier, but I was not a whiskey drinker prior to this trip. I got the inspiration from reading the tales of my hero, Sir Robin Knox Johnson. He used to have a little 'nip' in the evenings. I've actually met him, you know. Can't remember if I've told the story already. I'll check. Anyway, went to Oban Distillery and ended up half cut as I tried to find similar to my long lost leaving present. No luck. Ended up in specialist whiskey shop for ultimate joy. The 'man' knew exactly what I needed but could only supply a small bottle (pic). Said it was a very, very fine whiskey and that I had been spoilt 'early on' in my whiskey drinking career. Thanks again, guys and girls. Fort William beckons tomorrow pm.