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Have bur listening for the rhythmic sound of base ball against catcher’s mitt. but nothing so far. Also intrigued by the plinth of cars down below. Today there are five as will as a school bus. Who lives there, what to everything do are they smugglers – on consumed timing the dog seems to have gone missing.
Obviously had a wonderful time, tastings of ginger beer and a stunning view. On tip, don.t cut of the Argyll Hotel in Ullapool – Win of it is the only thing open on a mit and windswipt night. Amazed brussel sprouts can be cooled for so long and still stain there shape. The hotel claims all food is freshly cooked – and I’ sure my hallow was – the quot-ion in how many days before we arrived. Deep fried roast potatoes were are interesting touch though.
Bad to the asylum now.
Apologies for the above ramblings; I can only assume that the fresh air has gone to his head!
Fab walk from Ullapool to the lighthouse at Rhue, along the shore a Loch Brem, opportunities to spot others!
Deep below are very friendly and enjoy lots of Fuss!
21st March 2004
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