CMC on the trail

The breakfast buffet at Rowardennan was a real rammy, as if a plague of locusts had visited.  The idea was to grab anything edible.  In a state of panic l buttered my serviette and ate it.  The next one was improved with a smidgeon of  marmalade.

Later on, when we called in past for a snack at Inversnaid café,  the wifie behind the counter was vexed because we wouldn't be attending tonight's bingo.

HQ tonight is Inverarnan.