Balloch.

Balloch is a small town at the southern most tip of Loch Lomond. We decided to stay a second night as it was a really nice site. So we had a Sunday of almost complete relaxation. We did take a walk, following signs for Loch Lomond Shores only to find it’s a small shopping complex. I’d expected lake shores (loch) but was disappointed to find there were no opportunities for photography. It was a beautiful clear sunny day and I was carrying a heavy camera bag and tripod. We cut the walk short and returned to the van. Difficult to believe you could be in a place like Loch Lomond and not find anything to photograph but I just wasn’t feeling the inspiration. I did take one photo of some old wooden posts in the Loch but I’m not sure about whether I actually like it or not.

Back at the van Lynne decided she had a craving for something sweet so less than an hour after returning we decided to go out again. We walked back into Balloch and found the local Coop. It was amazing to see so many people out and about in the middle of November. 20 minutes shopping later and we returned to the van. Shopping in the Coop, Indiana Jones never had this much fun!  You ain’t lived till you’ve eaten Coop’s own brand sticky gooey wine gums, yuk! So that was pretty much it for our second day in Balloch. I’d like to take this moment to remind readers (assuming there are any) that this blog/diary is primarily for our benefit so you’ll have to forgive the occasional day of terminal boredom! We finished off the day by binge watching Jack Ryan on Amazon. Brilliant!

To conclude this blog I have to go back a couple of days to Gretna. I forgot to mention that while we were in the designer outlet there I received a phone call. It came up as unknown which I don’t normally answer but for some reason this time I answered it. Just as well really as it turned out to be the Police. She introduced herself as PC Paul and informed me that she was stood outside our address. My heart sank because I immediately assumed the worst. As it turned out though, they had received a call from a neighbour to say the bedroom window had been left open. I instantly recalled that I had opened the window to let the power cable out to the motorhome. On leaving home I’d forgotten to close it. It was such a relief to know we hadn’t been burgled. When you consider that the Police have had such bad press recently with tales of car thefts left uninvestigated, then they have time to come out to a window thoughtlessly left open. Anyway, Lynne rang Simon and he agreed to go over and close the window and I thanked PC Paul for her trouble. It transpired that it was Roger next door who had called the Police. I have to say that since we didn’t always get along it was really good of them to bother!