We made a bit of a whoopsie with our awfully big adventure this week by missing out on the Tarbert Food Festival. We've never been aware of it before and were only made aware of it by the Scottish guys as the table next to us casually tormenting the English guys at the table next to them. Something to do with football? Don't ask me. They were all nursing Tarbert Food Festival hangovers from the night before.
Anyway, annoyingly enough we were relatively close to the festivities as the crow sails enjoying a home made lasagne in the Kames Hotel, Tighnabruaich. Ah well, there's always next year.
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Do you know I even thought about you and told a stranger I met about your Jewellery Shop outside Glasgow? I met this lady who said she lived by Loch Lomond and was cycling in the New Forest and we got talking(as you do) she recognised my accent and said she was born in Mold, North Wales, but had now lost her accent and was a Scot.
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