| The saga continues........ SLAM! went the door of the car. It was parked just outside the front of the tent door, where my head was, a rude awakening, tempered however by the following tale of woe.... Rennie popped his ugly morning mug into the tent and groaned that he had spent a most uncomfortable night sitting bolt upright in the front seat of a ford fiesta! shame or what? ha ha ha... Our rennie informed me that he was "running low on moolah" and a trip to the nearest cash machine was essential. Cash machine? Bank? "aw aye" I said, "and where do you think the nearest machine is then?, "Fort William" he replied, now let me remind you that we are walking in the remote western highlands of Scotland and he wants to find a bank!, albeit we are at a campsite in Tyndrum with bus and rail connections. BUT, Fort Wullie is a good 40+ miles!!!, whichever way you go, to cut a long story short, he was going to be away for at least 2-3 hours. ...to be continued |