What We Did On Our Holidays: Part 4

We went to the Trossachs again, to Inchmahome Priory. You have to get a boat because it's on an island in Lake of Menteith:



There's only one lake in Scotland. There are countless lochs, but a Victorian cartographer made a mistake with one of them.

The priory's all very atmospheric, yadda yadda:



A nun was buried standing up, because of her wickedness. My kind of nun!

We found a good tree to climb:



On the way back we stopped at a pub. We turned into the car park at the precise same time as our next door neighbours, coming from the opposite direction. Wouldn't it just be so weird if there were never any coincidences?