And I've just remembered when I last had Archer's and Lemonade (before the other day of course...) It was up in the West Highlands, in a tiny hamlet just on the mainland outside Summer Isle. Ross and I had been planning to go over there and see the places where The Wicker Man was filmed, but we got there just before closing time and the last ferry was long abed. So we sat and shared tales with the extremely friendly, easygoing locals, warming ourselves by the fire and trying to decide whether to stay the night. Our empty bank accounts finally won the battle so we said our goodbyes and headed off back to Edinburgh, getting back to our rooms at somewhere approaching 4am...
I'll never forget that journey...
I'll never forget that journey...