Today we woke up to torrential rain. Funnily enough, 1950s rail carriages are quite cosy when the weather outside is horrible. A quick breakfast of eggs on toast fuelled us up before we braved the elements.
Luckily the train from our (almost) private station arrived on time and we were soon whisked away to the costal town of Oban. The skies cleared a little and the afternoon dried up, allowing us to get on with shopping and eating – all the important things in life! Now if only there wasn’t such a long wait for the train back home.