Scottish Hillsides are alive with the sound of Moosic.

Ilze and I cannot let Debbie get away with that.

We have found our photos of our last day in Scotland where we did a bus tour before getting on a plane in Glasgow, 1 hour to London Heathrow, 6 hours in transit, 13.5 hours flying to Singapore, 18 hour stop over, then 7.5 hours to home.

NOT DOING THAT AGAIN.

Our final day in the Highlands was amongst the best, up Loch Lomond, through Glen Coe and down to the coast at Oban.

Glen Coe in the Highlands.

Harbour at Oban.

Lunch at the fresh snack bar on the end of the pier was a stand-up affair and the best fresh mussels I have ever eaten. Quickly steamed in Cider and garlic and the cheapest meal in many weeks.

Fresh off the boat.

Our tour guide was a delight but she did seem to have a fetish for “hairy coos” and stopped at every chance.

Blondes just have more fun.

What?

Black Beauty.

Facing her adoring fans.

Bored.

Nothing wrong with that.

Back to Debbie.

Pete and Ilze.

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