Bitter. Sweet.

N had to drive to Dunkeld today to retrieve her phone charger - forgotten as she checked out of her hotel earlier in the week.

I was lured into going along too with promises of a good lunch and long walk.

That hotel has a bitter sweet memory for me. An old one - 1970s.

The restaurant she'd chosen for lunch was the same, but the memory was from last year.

It didn't spoil a lovely lunch - Howie's if you're ever in the area and need fed.

It's not often you get donuts cooked to order, so that was worth a Blip.

The walk was good too. Loch Leven.