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An eerie drive to Loch Lomond this afternoon, through mist and rain. We take the winding back road past Carbeth and through Balloch. The road has plenty of sudden dips and the Zedettes like to pretend they're on a roller-coaster. Mrs Z. was trying to listen to commentary of the Old Firm game from Ibrox. At one point her hand brushed against the radio and the commentary team seemed to have been replaced by unfamiliar voices. Then we realised we'd switched to Â鶹¹ÙÍøÊ×Ò³Èë¿Ú Five Live by mistake.

We stopped off at Loch Lomond Shores. My, but this area has seen some change in recent years. In the year before we were married, I lived in a small farm cottage near Duck Bay Marina. I would usually do my shopping in Balloch. It's a town I like, but I always feel it can never make up its mind if it wants to be a tourist destination or a commuter village.



While the rest of the family went shopping, I took a walk along to see the Maid of the Loch. There was a notice on the gangway saying that they're about to begin work restoring this old paddle steamer. There's also some work going on at Drumkinnon Tower. This relatively new building is already being re-modelled as some kind of aquarium.

Not many vistors around today, mind you. Huge empty car parks. No doubt the damp and chilly weather is keeping people away. Or else they're all indoors listening to the football and the rugby.