It was about time for a road trip, really. But being mature 21-year-olds, a vehicular sojourn sounds so much more appropriate. With that in mind, Scott and I went on a road trip... oh wait, hang on... ROAD TRIP into the Heelans, 'cos it was about the only bit of Scotland we hadn't actually done yet. Well apart from the islands, but they're just a pain.

I should point out that most of these pictures aren't actually from the Highlands, because a fair bit of the way up is actually Argyll and Bute. Oban I forget, I think it may be Highland territory but it may not even be that far south. Anyway, stops in Inverary, Oban and Fort William were on the cards. Oban was punctuated by sitting on the front, eating lunch and shouting at a seagull. Oh, and Scott collapsing in fits of laughter as a result of this. Plus we had to hide our peas behind a children's toy outside Tesco so we didn't have to pay for them again, and I had to wander up between these two young kids and their baffled dad to retrieve them. Wonderful. Lucky we weren't hounded out of town really.

Also of note, the rather amusing sign on the outside of the Oban leisure complex advertising what's inside (Swimming Pool! Bowling! Toilets!); and the fact that, despite driving to the very top of perhaps the worst council estate ever, you can't actually see Ben Nevis from Fort William itself. And we were too late to head off into Glen Nevis to try to see it before it got dark. Ah well, Glencoe was nice anyway :)