Tobermory to Strontian via Ardnamurchan Point 45miles
Another night of door slamming, why can't they hold the door until it closes. Why must people drink several pints of lager and then go to bed- don't they realise it appears at the other end during the night. And while I'm at it why do people who are in the kitchen at 6am have to make so much noise and wake the whole place up. These same people had a serious discussion later as to why showering was not allowed until 7am and came to the conclusion that the hot water didn't come on until then. Anyway the weather was brilliant again and the sea like glass for my ferry journey.
On my way to the ferry I stopped outside Tobermory Corner Shop and asked a Scottish gentleman to take a photo and he refused-the one and only time on the whole trip. Next came a doctor who took the photo but I wasn't in it but finally boy on his way to school was delighted to help and took the one below.
The ferry terminal is just a few yards along the road from the hostel and apparently is sometimes used to turn large lorries around-they drive on-the ferry goes and comes back the other way round and then they drive off. I was really looking forward to today, it seemed like another milestone, the last of the compass points of Britain. It was the 12th of June now and so I'd been on the road over 7 weeks but at least I was heading in the right direction in a round about kind of way.
On my way to the ferry I stopped outside Tobermory Corner Shop and asked a Scottish gentleman to take a photo and he refused-the one and only time on the whole trip. Next came a doctor who took the photo but I wasn't in it but finally boy on his way to school was delighted to help and took the one below.
The ferry terminal is just a few yards along the road from the hostel and apparently is sometimes used to turn large lorries around-they drive on-the ferry goes and comes back the other way round and then they drive off. I was really looking forward to today, it seemed like another milestone, the last of the compass points of Britain. It was the 12th of June now and so I'd been on the road over 7 weeks but at least I was heading in the right direction in a round about kind of way.
Fantastic crossing and once on the other side a beautiful but hilly ride out to the lighthouse. You'll know when you are close as you come to the only set of traffic lights for miles. This marks the start of a narrow walled road around a rocky headland- as you round a corner the lighthouse appears in front of you. It was built in 1849 and is 6degrees 14minutes west.
There is an excellent cafe next to the lighthouse and the lighthouse buildings house a museum with a constantly running video charting it's history. This would be a lovely spot to wild camp and back in Kilchoan there is a good shop. Sitting in the sun by the cafe it was so hot today, the only trouble is making yourself get going again.
There is an excellent cafe next to the lighthouse and the lighthouse buildings house a museum with a constantly running video charting it's history. This would be a lovely spot to wild camp and back in Kilchoan there is a good shop. Sitting in the sun by the cafe it was so hot today, the only trouble is making yourself get going again.
On the way back I took a detour down to Sanna Bay. The German cyclist I'd met in Mallaig said it was his favourite place in the whole of Scotland and the beaches certainly are magnificent with views to Eigg, Rum and Muck to the north. Again a fantastic place to camp if you'd be allowed to. This area reminded me very much of the beaches on Tresco in the Isles of Scilly.
Back over the humps and bumps to Kilchoan and what an interesting place this is. Because it is so isolated apperently in the past it has been able to attract lots of grants for facilities. The community centre was brilliant. Brilliant cafeand shop, badmington hall, showers, table tennis, pool table and fitness suite. Local school had 11 pupils and although there is a village shop I presume they all just jump on the ferry for a trip to the Co-op in Tobermory.
The ride from Kilchoan back to Glenborowdale and Salen is brilliant but be prepared for up to the hills and down to the lochs several times and don't stop because you'll be eaten alive. All the houses on route have super gardens but you never see anyone in them- I did see one man cutting grass covered from head to foot in a midge net. Some one told me that the midges are called "the guardians of the wilderness".
Back in Tobermory hostel I'd spoken to a couple kyaking the coast of Scotland and they had been wild camping. The midges had been a complete nightmare and he told stories of trying to pitch their tent on lochsides in the evening. They were on their way to a folk festival on Lewis. He played some kind of drum and she played a whistle. One of the kyaks had sprung a leak and they were having 3 days off to shower, dry out their clothes and do repairs. Lovely people.
Got back to Strontian to find a couple of lady Munro climbers were in for the night. One was retired and she told me how badly her retirement funds had been affected by the recession- it was really causing her worries. Her younger friend comes from Alness, which I told her I liked, but she said they have a lot of problems with less desirable people being moved there from Glasgow and Edinburgh.
Can't for the life of me remember their names but the older of the two had climbed all the Munros and was now helping her younger friend do the same. Another pair of very nice people and thanks for the donation to the Cornwall Air Ambulance.
The ride from Kilchoan back to Glenborowdale and Salen is brilliant but be prepared for up to the hills and down to the lochs several times and don't stop because you'll be eaten alive. All the houses on route have super gardens but you never see anyone in them- I did see one man cutting grass covered from head to foot in a midge net. Some one told me that the midges are called "the guardians of the wilderness".
Back in Tobermory hostel I'd spoken to a couple kyaking the coast of Scotland and they had been wild camping. The midges had been a complete nightmare and he told stories of trying to pitch their tent on lochsides in the evening. They were on their way to a folk festival on Lewis. He played some kind of drum and she played a whistle. One of the kyaks had sprung a leak and they were having 3 days off to shower, dry out their clothes and do repairs. Lovely people.
Got back to Strontian to find a couple of lady Munro climbers were in for the night. One was retired and she told me how badly her retirement funds had been affected by the recession- it was really causing her worries. Her younger friend comes from Alness, which I told her I liked, but she said they have a lot of problems with less desirable people being moved there from Glasgow and Edinburgh.
Can't for the life of me remember their names but the older of the two had climbed all the Munros and was now helping her younger friend do the same. Another pair of very nice people and thanks for the donation to the Cornwall Air Ambulance.
Day 45 Strontian to Oban 51 miles
I keep mentioning midges but the next morning was amazing- they were like a cloud-you couldn't put your head out the door. It was was drizzly and warm and they love it. My two friends put on midge nets just to go to the car. I loaded up my panniers and put them on my bike indoors. Then it was like making a break from the saloon in a cowboy film. The door was held open and I lept on and started peddalling. Apparently there is a critical speed that once reached saves you from attack-something like 8 miles an hour. And so I escaped from midge valley and headed for Oban and another strange adventure with the Glasgow Wedding Party.
Long drag up Glen Tarbert and then an equally long downhill to Loch Linnhe and along the loch to Ardgour and the Corran Ferry-the only one I saw with it's loading ramp at an angle. The weather made the scenery even more spectacular with clouds covering the mountain tops. This ferry is free for cyclists which was another bonus.
Long drag up Glen Tarbert and then an equally long downhill to Loch Linnhe and along the loch to Ardgour and the Corran Ferry-the only one I saw with it's loading ramp at an angle. The weather made the scenery even more spectacular with clouds covering the mountain tops. This ferry is free for cyclists which was another bonus.
After a short but beautiful crossing it was on to the horrible A82. There are signs all along it, put up by locals, who are demanding improvements. The road is narrow and very very busy with lorries, caravans and general traffic. Avoid it if you can. I stopped in a cafe in Oinich and had achat with a couple of friendly locals. She was originally from Newcastle and had gone back last year to do the Great North Run. There were 52000 entrants and it's now the most popular half marathon in the world.
When you get to Balachulish and cross the bridge it's like turning off a tap- the traffic justs disappears up Glencoe and the A828 is beautiful and very quiet. If you are doing an end to end use this coast road. So many are determined to cycle Glencoe but this route is much better and there are several choices later that will all miss Glasgow and take you to beautiful and interesting places.
From Ballachulish through Benderloch and over the bridge at Connel is a beautiful ride. Alison and I had stayed at a good B&B at Benderloch two years ago on my first end to end. The bridge was originally built as a railway bridge in 1903. A second rail was added in 1909 where a carriage carried cars across and then in 1919 a roadway was added. The branch line closed in 1966 and since then it has been solely a road bridge. The narrow entrance to Loch Etive crossed by the bridge is called The Falls Of Lora and the tide rushes through creating a spectacular sight. This is a stunning spot with a good pub serving excellent food.
Today my cycle down to Oban was relatively easy and trouble free but I made two observations while pottering along.
Firstly why do so many businesses have signs outside saying "no coaches". I stopped at the visitor centre at Appin and there was a sign saying "Strictly no coaches". This is quite a big place and in this day and age why would you turn away business. If coaches turn up unannounced they must realise they would have to wait a bit longer but at least you would get their money. It reminds me of the cafe at Bettyhill in 2008 when my wife and I witnessed the owner go out and tell a group of visitors to get back on their coach. When he came in he said "They would've eaten all the cake". Isn't that the point of having cake for sale! Go up the shop and buy some more. One of the coach passengers asked if this was what they called a Scottish welcome.
My other observation from all around Britain is the number of car wheel trims that are lying by the side of the road. There is a business to be started here. If you go and try and buy a wheeltrim they tell you that you must buy a set of four. I reckon I saw hundreds on my trip all you need is a trailer and you could pay for your tour by selling on
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When you get to Balachulish and cross the bridge it's like turning off a tap- the traffic justs disappears up Glencoe and the A828 is beautiful and very quiet. If you are doing an end to end use this coast road. So many are determined to cycle Glencoe but this route is much better and there are several choices later that will all miss Glasgow and take you to beautiful and interesting places.
From Ballachulish through Benderloch and over the bridge at Connel is a beautiful ride. Alison and I had stayed at a good B&B at Benderloch two years ago on my first end to end. The bridge was originally built as a railway bridge in 1903. A second rail was added in 1909 where a carriage carried cars across and then in 1919 a roadway was added. The branch line closed in 1966 and since then it has been solely a road bridge. The narrow entrance to Loch Etive crossed by the bridge is called The Falls Of Lora and the tide rushes through creating a spectacular sight. This is a stunning spot with a good pub serving excellent food.
Today my cycle down to Oban was relatively easy and trouble free but I made two observations while pottering along.
Firstly why do so many businesses have signs outside saying "no coaches". I stopped at the visitor centre at Appin and there was a sign saying "Strictly no coaches". This is quite a big place and in this day and age why would you turn away business. If coaches turn up unannounced they must realise they would have to wait a bit longer but at least you would get their money. It reminds me of the cafe at Bettyhill in 2008 when my wife and I witnessed the owner go out and tell a group of visitors to get back on their coach. When he came in he said "They would've eaten all the cake". Isn't that the point of having cake for sale! Go up the shop and buy some more. One of the coach passengers asked if this was what they called a Scottish welcome.
My other observation from all around Britain is the number of car wheel trims that are lying by the side of the road. There is a business to be started here. If you go and try and buy a wheeltrim they tell you that you must buy a set of four. I reckon I saw hundreds on my trip all you need is a trailer and you could pay for your tour by selling on
E Bay.
In Scotland you could also make a living selling venison from road kill- the one problem would be finding it before it went off. Many times I could smell one coming from quite a long way up the road.
When I arrived in Oban the sun was shining and it was really warm. The hostel I was booked into has a bar in the basement-Markie Dans Bar- and tables outside. The pub was very busy on this Sunday afternoon with dozens sitting in the sun drinking. While I waited to be let in I had a pint myself and little did I know how eventful my stay was going to be.
After quite a long wait a young lady came and showed to a room with two pairs of bunks on the top floor but at this point I was the only one around so thought I was in for a peaceful night.
The kitchen was well stocked with food and there was an honesty box for you to make donations and despite my later adventures it was a good hostel and recommended. After a shower I had a very pleasant evening wandering around Oban.
When I arrived in Oban the sun was shining and it was really warm. The hostel I was booked into has a bar in the basement-Markie Dans Bar- and tables outside. The pub was very busy on this Sunday afternoon with dozens sitting in the sun drinking. While I waited to be let in I had a pint myself and little did I know how eventful my stay was going to be.
After quite a long wait a young lady came and showed to a room with two pairs of bunks on the top floor but at this point I was the only one around so thought I was in for a peaceful night.
The kitchen was well stocked with food and there was an honesty box for you to make donations and despite my later adventures it was a good hostel and recommended. After a shower I had a very pleasant evening wandering around Oban.
After another pint I went up to my room at 10pm with the intention of listening to the Radio 4 news before sleeping. In the room a bag had appeared on each of the other three beds while I was out but at least I would have someone to chat to. At about 11pm I heard footsteps coming up the stairs and three young lads came in carrying glasses and a large bottle of some sort of purple liquor.
"You must be Peter the cyclist", they said. "Want a drink Pete. Were not coming to bed yet just getting changed to go out into town to a club. We'll be quiet when we come in."
I declined the drink but remarked it might be good for cleaning my chain in the morning, and off they went.
Now I find it almost impossible to go to sleep knowing that later I'm going to be disturbed however quiet they try to be. I lay there in bed in the peace and quiet but not for long as suddenly a party began in the next room. There was lots of shouting, loud music and people coming and going slamming doors. Next minute a female voice could be heard shouting to people on the streets several floors below "Party in room 23, come on up!"
Well this went on for a couple of hours and I suppose I should have got up and gone to find somewhere else to sleep but I just lay there getting more aggrivated. At about 3am the lights came on and my young room mates came in trying to be as quiet as drunk people can be. They always say SHSHSH very loudly and fall over taking their shoes and socks off. Anyway they soon realised there was action in the next room and went out again. Over the next couple of hours they came back and forth for goodness knows what and then at about 6am crashed out fully dressed on their beds at which point I'd had enough and got up packed my panniers and went down to the kitchen to be met by a lady in a dressing gown who said "Have a good night's sleep?"
As I retold my story she informed me that she was the owner and had been away all yesterday. The girl that gave me the room was her daughter and she couldn't understand why she had put me in amongst all the revellers as there were empty rooms in quieter parts of the building.
Having told her that I was going to set off early she refused to let me set off in the heat with no sleep. There are two parts to her business and adjoined to the hostel is a B&B.
"You are going to stay for another night," she insisted. "We'll put you in a really quiet room where you can get some peace."
Now at this point some bleary eyed partygoers walked into the kitchen.
"What's this Peter tells me about all night parties in my hostel?"
Now as you can imagine I suddenly became very unpopular at this point. It turned out that all the other guests were up from Glasgow for a wedding and the situation deteriorated further as the police arrived to question a couple of them about an incident in the town during the night.
I was getting so many dirty looks as more of them came downstairs that I thought going out for a walk might be a better idea and so I made myself scarce. After a wander around town I got back as taxis arrived to take them to the station and I learned that two of them had to report back to the police a few days later.
The atmosphere got better from now on and I was shown to a double room at the back of the building and I spent the rest of the day looking around Oban, having a pint in the sunshine and snoozing. Outside on the harbourside I watched a group on a photography course photographing Black Guilemots that nest in holes in the promenade wall. They were fascinating little birds and the young ones lined up to have their photos taken before launching themselves on practise flights.
"You must be Peter the cyclist", they said. "Want a drink Pete. Were not coming to bed yet just getting changed to go out into town to a club. We'll be quiet when we come in."
I declined the drink but remarked it might be good for cleaning my chain in the morning, and off they went.
Now I find it almost impossible to go to sleep knowing that later I'm going to be disturbed however quiet they try to be. I lay there in bed in the peace and quiet but not for long as suddenly a party began in the next room. There was lots of shouting, loud music and people coming and going slamming doors. Next minute a female voice could be heard shouting to people on the streets several floors below "Party in room 23, come on up!"
Well this went on for a couple of hours and I suppose I should have got up and gone to find somewhere else to sleep but I just lay there getting more aggrivated. At about 3am the lights came on and my young room mates came in trying to be as quiet as drunk people can be. They always say SHSHSH very loudly and fall over taking their shoes and socks off. Anyway they soon realised there was action in the next room and went out again. Over the next couple of hours they came back and forth for goodness knows what and then at about 6am crashed out fully dressed on their beds at which point I'd had enough and got up packed my panniers and went down to the kitchen to be met by a lady in a dressing gown who said "Have a good night's sleep?"
As I retold my story she informed me that she was the owner and had been away all yesterday. The girl that gave me the room was her daughter and she couldn't understand why she had put me in amongst all the revellers as there were empty rooms in quieter parts of the building.
Having told her that I was going to set off early she refused to let me set off in the heat with no sleep. There are two parts to her business and adjoined to the hostel is a B&B.
"You are going to stay for another night," she insisted. "We'll put you in a really quiet room where you can get some peace."
Now at this point some bleary eyed partygoers walked into the kitchen.
"What's this Peter tells me about all night parties in my hostel?"
Now as you can imagine I suddenly became very unpopular at this point. It turned out that all the other guests were up from Glasgow for a wedding and the situation deteriorated further as the police arrived to question a couple of them about an incident in the town during the night.
I was getting so many dirty looks as more of them came downstairs that I thought going out for a walk might be a better idea and so I made myself scarce. After a wander around town I got back as taxis arrived to take them to the station and I learned that two of them had to report back to the police a few days later.
The atmosphere got better from now on and I was shown to a double room at the back of the building and I spent the rest of the day looking around Oban, having a pint in the sunshine and snoozing. Outside on the harbourside I watched a group on a photography course photographing Black Guilemots that nest in holes in the promenade wall. They were fascinating little birds and the young ones lined up to have their photos taken before launching themselves on practise flights.
Having spent an extra night in a lovely double room I went to pay the next morning but all money was refused. Both nights came totally free, so despite my tribulations I would still highly recommend Corran House as a place to stay- and anyway at least it gave me a good story to tell.
www.corranhousehosteloban.co.uk
www.corranhousehosteloban.co.uk
Day 46: Oban to Campbeltown(nearly) 74miles
Back at the hostel in Strontian a couple from Glasgow had told me they had spent a lot of time cycling and holidaying on the Mull of Kintyre. They didn't know of any hostels but told me about a caravan park where the owners were very helpful and would give me information. Alison, from home, gave Muasdale Caravan Park a ring and having explained to the owner what I was doing he said just tell him to come here and he can use one of our vans for the night. As I've said before it was amazing the number of kind helpful people I met on this trip.
After eight hours uninterupted sleep I awoke to find the rain pouring down but as I ate breakfast it stopped. The television gave severe weather warnings for my route today and the sky was black and threatening. Making sure my waterproofs were easily at hand I set off on soaking wet roads-it was warm and they were steaming. Behind me the rain was teaming, to my left, to my right and ahead of me it was pouring. But it never rained on me. Hours later, as I approached my destination the sky went black and dramatic and 10 minutes after arriving at my free caravan it bucketed down for an hour-lucky or what. My wife is a churchgoer and she assures me that it was not luck but that she had prayed for me after she'd seen the forecast-perhaps there's something in it after all!
The road from Oban all the way down to Kintyre is a lovely ride with a climb out of Oban and then two big ones, just before Kimelford and just before Kilmartin. I stopped at the cafe in the shop at kimelford and it was closed just as it had been in 2007 but the lady ensured me it had been open in between.
Kilmartin was busy again with thopse seeking out the prehistoric sites in the area.Stopped at the museum cafe which is excellent and then off down the straight road to Lochgilphead. I didn't make the detour out to Crinan again but cycled alongside the canal and stopped at the eastern end.
After eight hours uninterupted sleep I awoke to find the rain pouring down but as I ate breakfast it stopped. The television gave severe weather warnings for my route today and the sky was black and threatening. Making sure my waterproofs were easily at hand I set off on soaking wet roads-it was warm and they were steaming. Behind me the rain was teaming, to my left, to my right and ahead of me it was pouring. But it never rained on me. Hours later, as I approached my destination the sky went black and dramatic and 10 minutes after arriving at my free caravan it bucketed down for an hour-lucky or what. My wife is a churchgoer and she assures me that it was not luck but that she had prayed for me after she'd seen the forecast-perhaps there's something in it after all!
The road from Oban all the way down to Kintyre is a lovely ride with a climb out of Oban and then two big ones, just before Kimelford and just before Kilmartin. I stopped at the cafe in the shop at kimelford and it was closed just as it had been in 2007 but the lady ensured me it had been open in between.
Kilmartin was busy again with thopse seeking out the prehistoric sites in the area.Stopped at the museum cafe which is excellent and then off down the straight road to Lochgilphead. I didn't make the detour out to Crinan again but cycled alongside the canal and stopped at the eastern end.
The A83 follows the sea for miles towards Tarbert before a steep climb up and down into the village. Went into the Islay Frigate Hotel and booked a room for the following night. Basic but only £21 and views over the harbour.
With that arrangement made I set of on the last leg for today, along Loch Tarbert, past the turning to the Arran Ferry and on to Tayinloan where another ferry takes you to Gigha. It was very tempting to try every ferry but I think I'd still be cycling now. Kintyre seems to be never ending but I eventually arrived at Muasdale just before the rain and what a lovely spot the caravan site has with uninterupted views of Gigha, Islay and Jura.
Alison and Adrian are a lovely couple and as well as providing me with a place to sleep even provided food for me to cook.This was the first time in my life that I'd stayed in a caravan- I was quite excited. The sunset was stunning as they often are after rain and I thoroughly recommend a trip to this part of the world. As well as caravans Alison and Adrian also have self catering apartments. Visit their website www.muasdaleholidays.com -if you search their blog archive you can find a photo me on 16th June. They have some superb photographs in the blog-new ones nearly every day. I slept like a log and could have stayed for a week-Thank you Adrian and Alison.
With that arrangement made I set of on the last leg for today, along Loch Tarbert, past the turning to the Arran Ferry and on to Tayinloan where another ferry takes you to Gigha. It was very tempting to try every ferry but I think I'd still be cycling now. Kintyre seems to be never ending but I eventually arrived at Muasdale just before the rain and what a lovely spot the caravan site has with uninterupted views of Gigha, Islay and Jura.
Alison and Adrian are a lovely couple and as well as providing me with a place to sleep even provided food for me to cook.This was the first time in my life that I'd stayed in a caravan- I was quite excited. The sunset was stunning as they often are after rain and I thoroughly recommend a trip to this part of the world. As well as caravans Alison and Adrian also have self catering apartments. Visit their website www.muasdaleholidays.com -if you search their blog archive you can find a photo me on 16th June. They have some superb photographs in the blog-new ones nearly every day. I slept like a log and could have stayed for a week-Thank you Adrian and Alison.
Day 47: Muasdale- Campbeltown - Tarbert 54 miles
The sun was out next day and Alison even made me sandwiches to take with me. Against the wind I set off south to Campbeltown with glimpses of Ireland to my right. Campbeltown is a place I'd often looked at on maps and wondered what it's like and today it came as a bit of a surprise. The first thing it did was remind me of home as the seafront was lined with palm trees. There was a good selection of individual shops with little sign of national brands apart from Boots and the closed down Woolworths. There is a very modern looking round building housing the swimming pool and library with an impressive statue of Sir William Mackinnon outside. He was a Victorian ship owner and merchant and obviously very important in local history. There used to a ferry link from here to N. Ireland- one which a lot of locals would like restarted.
As you leave Campbeltown on the B842 you look down over the harbour entrance which is a narrow channel inside an island. If this was the entrance when sailing ships came in it must have been a real feat to get in.
The road up the east side of Kintyre is tortuous but absolutely stunning with wonderful views across to Arran.When I reached Carradale I went into the teashop at the Heritage Centre. I chatted to the owner about the area and my trip and when I'd finished wouldn't let me pay. Later a postman in a van saw me coming, pulled into a layby and got out for a chat as he does a bit of cycling. What a friendly place Kintyre turned out to be.
At Grogport there is a picnic area by the waters edge and it would be hard to imagine one with better views.I sat here for quite a while and a young couple took my photo for me. Kintyre would be a fantastic place for a cycling holiday, perhaps combining it with a trip across to Arran as on this road you cycle right past the ferry terminal at Claonaig that Alison and I had used in 2007 on my first end to end. From Claonaig it is a long climb and then a steep descent to the A83 before the return to Tarbert.
The road up the east side of Kintyre is tortuous but absolutely stunning with wonderful views across to Arran.When I reached Carradale I went into the teashop at the Heritage Centre. I chatted to the owner about the area and my trip and when I'd finished wouldn't let me pay. Later a postman in a van saw me coming, pulled into a layby and got out for a chat as he does a bit of cycling. What a friendly place Kintyre turned out to be.
At Grogport there is a picnic area by the waters edge and it would be hard to imagine one with better views.I sat here for quite a while and a young couple took my photo for me. Kintyre would be a fantastic place for a cycling holiday, perhaps combining it with a trip across to Arran as on this road you cycle right past the ferry terminal at Claonaig that Alison and I had used in 2007 on my first end to end. From Claonaig it is a long climb and then a steep descent to the A83 before the return to Tarbert.
Some towns have gone plastic bag free but Tarbert seems to have gone real ale free. I looked in every pub, including the one I was staying in but to no avail. Then I went to the off licence but she said she wouldn't sell it if she got any in. As the last resort I went to the Co-op which can always be relied upon for a bottle or two, they too had not one drop. Decided not to eat in one of the pubs as a protest and had a takeaway curry instead sitting on some harbour steps. Went back to the Co-op for a couple of yoghurts to finish it off.