It was girlfriend's Father's birthday on Saturday, and her parents anniversary on Sunday, so girlfriend had booked a lodge over at Tralee Bay near Oban for the weekend.
Now, I am utterly notorious for my complete lack of sense of direction, but strangely, I managed to get from Arbroath to Tralee Bay without getting lost once. To be honest, you would have to know me quite well to appreciate just how amazing this feat is, but no-one was more surprised when I turned up on time than myself (apart from girlfriend who keeps going on about it). By the time Saturday morning came, I really couldn't face the drive over (the AA route finder had it down at just over three hours), but consequences of NOT driving over were undoubtedly worse, so I bit the bullet and went.
I'm glad I did. The weather was great, the scenery for the drive was magnificent, and after an hour or two of being there, I was considerably more relaxed than I had been for a while.
At night we had dinner at the Oyster Inn, and the meal was outstanding. It's a place I'd certainly recommend if you are in that neck of the woods.
It was a great weekend, and I enjoyed the company of her parents, and even the lengthy drive back didn't phase me too much.
It's a place I'd be more than happy to visit again.