Mhor

Up early and walked back to Roslin to retrieve the car. N’s son dropped in to say a socially distanced hello and a quick bacon roll.
A forgotten itison deal at Mhor 84 risked running out so we nipped up to Balquidder for a sneaky night to support our wee fave haunt. As ever the food was delicious and the atmosphere bustling with their normally busy cafe turned into a takeaway. We escaped the dreich outside with the Sunday papers endless cups of tea . Lockdown looms so needed a wee change of scene before the view goes back to my garden and the squirrels.
Spotted this chair outside a barbershop in Callander named The Man Cave. Gave me a chuckle.