Oban

In desperate need of clean laundry, I found my way to the port town of Oban. What a pleasant surprise!

Of course I had to work a little. I ended up cranking out a few with this guy, who was wailing on the accordion.

This little town was hopping. I stayed at a little B&B, and did a lot of walking. It turned out to be a great pitstop. Armed with clean clothes, I was ready for the last leg of the journey. To visit MY castle (I am Laird of one square foot of property at Dunan's Castle-I have the deed to prove it), to make two more videos, and return the harp to my friend Susie down in Dumfries before returning the car and catching the flight home from Glasgow.