Weekend in argyll

A weekend visit to a cabin in Scotland. The rain came down but we had wellies and coats. Not that it matters when you're sat in a hot tub. We left on Monday morning, and my fingers were still wrinkly and pruney on Monday night because we had spent so much time in the tub.
the picture below is the view from the kitchen table. Such a thing aids digestion of the full cooked Scottish breakfast.
When you're sat in the tub, with the mountains and forest behind you, and the loch in front of you; life is sweet.