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Richard and I left Glasgow late and headed North in our hire car. Thankfully the over-computerised Megan (who's lights, doors, and windscreenwipers all operate themselves!) had been replaced with a more straightforward Laguna.

All was going well as Richard chomped his pork pie and Pepperami and crisps dinner, till disaster struck. The A82 between Crianlarich and Oban was blocked and we were diverted. Geography not being the teams strong-point we quickly panicked, being as clueless as we were mapless.

But we continued into the night, until, crossing a high glen we had to stop for Richard to attend a call of nature. Outside the car in the dark as we stretched our legs, he was convinced he saw a dog-sized creature, and we both clearly heard a 'growl' in the dark. Wolf? Big Cat? Beast of the Glen? Probably a sheep, but with my mind immediately recalling the beginning to a thousand low-budget horror flicks I jumped back in the car and took over the driving, leaving Richard in a vulnerable position to be mauled to death by a cheviot.

The de-tour via Inveraray proved fine, and we arrived in Oban at about 11.00 p.m. in time to book into the hotel, and even managed a quick tour of some of the towns watering holes where Richard eventually recovered his composure before being foiled by the curfew.