The Isle of Islay
The round church at Bowmore. Apparently, it was built that way so the devil could find no corners to hide in!
Our campsite neighbors.
We passed the Bruichladdich distillery at least twice a day as it lies not far from Port Charlotte.
The Holy Coo...a delightful discovery in Bowmore. A lovely cafe in a converted church.
"Where's Max?"
Popping seaweed.
A view of Daisy from the sea, looking up towards the campsite.
Isla on "her island"!
A happy return to the Port Charlotte Hotel for dinner. Josh chose the freshly caught langoustines. And yes, I had another sticky toffee pudding.
Port Charlotte.
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