Then off to Blackwaterfoot, to the Kinloch Hotel for lunch.
It was, in fact, the place Limey took me when I visited after hearing of Claudette's death. So I remember her there too.
This was a more pleasant occasion of course, although Mr Limey was feeling a bit crook - we assume just because of the humidity, because he perked up just fine in the end.
I had an open sandwich of vegetable ragu with chorizo.
The flavours were lovely, but I had assumed the bread would be toasted. If it was, it wasn't very well toasted, so by halfway through the bread was soggy enough to be a bit unpleasant. So I just ate the topping. Which was lovely in itself.
Mr Limey had the Man Vs Food style large lasagne.
It looked and smelled amazing, although I could not have tackled it myself.
Limey had a pot of mussels.
I had previously been tempted - I do love me some mussels. But they came in a Thai broth, which I was wary of. I like them as Frog intended...
She reported that they were very good; so good she didn't even touch the two bread rolls which came with it.
No dessert this time. We all rolled out of there so full it would simply have been impossible.