Everything must come to an end, so did even this nice cruising in the Highlands. Well, even if it has been so wonderful, the expression – Home, sweet home – still is true. Such a dream to lay in your own bed which is exactly the way that you want it to be…. sleeping like a child, probably snoring extremely loud – but who cares?

OK, maybe our neighbours but they’re used to a lot of strange things from us. Actually I think that we enbrighten their ordinairy lifes a lot, they always have something to wonder about…

The last days we spent in Fort William and Largs. In Fort William we stayed at Ardmory B&B, which was truly excellent in many ways. The host and hostess is really nice and serviceminded, we liked his paintings -especielly the one of the steam trains. And there you have The Ben Nevis mountain behind you, which they say is UK largest mountain. Beutiful and majestic.

The location is on Victoria road very near High St. which is the town centre, so of course we went out in the evenings to eat and drink well. They always have a show at McTavishs restaurant with traditional scottish music and dance, so of course we were there. Really fascinating. Accordian, fiddler, singers, dancer and a bagpiper. Seems to be a hard work to get music out of that bag

In Largs we stayed at Stonehaven Guest House – excellent that one too – almost located on the Routenburn golf course, so that Mr Lifecruiser could play some golf. That is a must when you are in Scotland, the Golf country nr 1. This is the very place that the young Sam Torrance perfected his craft under the charge of his father, Routenburn’s long-standing and now retired professional, Bob Torrance.

There was some breathtaking scenery out over the sea to the Cumbrae island from the golf course. Like a panorama picture in 180 degrees from the 8th hole. Truly amazing! There where a lot of hills in the golf course, very good exercise to burn some fat away!

We also went by one of the most famous courses in Scotland, Turnberry, that has hosted 3 open golf championships, wow was that a fancy place! Don’t dare to think about the costs to stay and play there.

At Prestwick Airport I got very nervous, not finding my passport… But of course, there it was, in an unlikely place in the bag. Probably some kind of “travelling fever” that catched me. Then even Mr Lifecruiser got upset, because we had some overweight in our suitcases and had to pay 18£ for the extra 10 pound! *censorship of what we said then*

Strange thing that phenomenon, how the things you got in the suitcase grows or expanding during the time you’re away….