[Beautiful old church in Luss, preparing for a wedding]

Saturday was a good day.  It was long, really long, but we were immensely happy.  It was one of those days which makes you smile from ear-to-ear.

[Pilgramage trail, Luss.  With non-denominational (yay!) cross]

A few weeks ago I decided that we would go on a roadtrip.  One day, 3 people, a dog and an awful lot of driving to get to Scotland.  It didn’t dawn on me quite how much driving it would entail, but thankfully even though it took us 4 hours to get there, we laughed the whole way through roadworks, traffic jams and the middle of Glasgow (someone please slap me if I decide to go against the road-signs.  I’ll be damned if I’m not taking the Erskine Bridge again!).  The views were worth it when we got there.

[Craigie Fort view]

The drive was made pleasurable by the 3 of us singing along to French songs, not entirely knowing what we were saying (except for En Apesanteur, which I have now memorised).  We had a mini picnic, eaten on the shores of Loch Lomond (in the rain, no less), having travelled to Luss and then Balloch and Balmaha.  We climbed to Craigie Fort and sat watching the mountainous peaks, with their caps of cloud, before heading back South (via the Erskine Bridge, hooray!).

430 miles isn’t that much when you spend most of the time laughing.  I didn’t even mind having to work a full day the next day.

Il était parfait (it was perfect).