Oh.... anything for clean clothes

Breakfast overlooking Loch Ness, and a lovely chat regarding the medicinal qualities of whisky, and how the Scots grandparents kept it by the bed "in case of a faint" it's surprising how much fainting seems to have gone on through the decades. Bidding our farewell and thanks to Fraser and Willie (the publicans), Willie shouted "see you next time cousin" he was Willie Mackie (Mackie was my maiden name, and for those that don't know even among the Scots that way of spelling of Mackie is uncommon) !! So maybe.
Visiting the ruins of Urqhurt Castle on Loch Ness, can't help but make you think of the extreme conditions these folk endured (in fact not sure what kept them from coming to Australia sooner), conditions, and a bit of grief from the Jacobites it really was a tough gig, proves location isn't everything !
12 days into our adventure a we were beginning to get to crisis point with regard to washing, by days end we are usually to pooped to contemplate the washbasin. So I plotted a course for Glasgow and a laundromat (not ideal, but we were desperate). After stopping for a loo and coffee, we got chatting (surprise) to the owner, she told us of a coin operated laundromat only 18 miles away - eureka. So we set off for Killin, what a glorious spot (not just the sight of the 'speed queens' lined up), filled with rapids and waterfalls. So we spent the next hour and a half watching our clothes go around.
I did manage to spend some of that time outside chatting to the local 'mobile' butcher, from the nearby village of Craith. We discussed at great length the making of Haggis. Traditional methods are no longer permitted under government legislation and as such, the production of Haggis is under strict guidelines. It is made primarily from Oatmeal. So it's like meaty spicy porridge ! That said I did manage to have it for breakfast, dinner and breakfast again, in fact I really enjoyed it. However most of the day on the road I was feeling a little like Winnie the Pooh, with a rumbly in my tumbly, mine was not caused by honey, but indeed haggis!
It was a long day on the road, but complete with a case full of clean clothes, and a sandwich from the 'services' for dinner, we made it to Stranraer, ready for our ferry crossing to Ireland in the morning. Cheers M xx