Firth of Clyde

Shot through trees in Largs at 9.30 pm after an early breakfast in Kirkcaldy with Dd, a whip through to the west coast for lunch with Mum and then seven hours at Café Jean, as we call her dining area, working flat out in three work projects which need maintenance during this trip away. Dinner in Nardini's which wasn't a patch on Scott's at the Marina. This is the seventh consecutive night I've changed bedroom!