Irma and kids came to the hotel at twelve when I finished my morning shift, and after a hasty change of clothes we set of for Callender where she was to meet her beau, Ally. The arrangement was that the two girls and self would sit in a cafe across from the road to watch for when this man came, as we were a bitty early, and Irma would stand in the Ediburgh Woollen Mill shop until we gave her the thumbs up that the man had gone into the fish shop where they were to meet, and then go to the pub up the road.
It wasn't long before the tall dark and handsome man got out of a white Isuzu truck that had stopped almost in front of the cafe where we sat, and made his way to the fish shop. We were very excited, and waved like some escaped lunatics at Irma, who then emerged from her hide-out, and made her way shyly to the fish shop!
We saw them shake hands, and then came out and walked down the road, so we knew that we had to entertain ourselves for a while, as Irma would let us know whether they hit it off, and whether she was driving home with us, or with Ally. So we had a light lunch, and made a round of all the shops, and it was about an hour later, when I was getting tired of trying to entertain the bored girls, that she at last sent a message that it was fine, she was driving home with Ally.
We stopped at the Edinburgh Woolen Mills along the road just outside Callender, a huge sister shop of the one in Callender itself, where we had a lot of enjoyment with the highland bull, named Hamish. He is one very clever bull, and will not come to the fence if you didn't hold a camera, or in some instances, a bunch of the veggies that you could buy at the shop.
However, when a bus full of tourists pull into the parking lot, Hamish would rush to the fence, his long hair waving in the rush of wind he made, and stood making the most babylike noices, I was sure to impress the tourists. Hamish of course is known all over the world, as he is a big attraction here in the highlands, and the tourists of course would buy the overprized veggies by the armfull, just to take some photo's, or make a video.
 And of course  mr. Highland Coo knew this, and he would just be the clown, showing off something terrible, and people, including myself, just loved him!
On the way back we stopped at loch Lubnaig, where we sat watching the fisherman. I am sorry, but I have never seen one fish being pulled out along this loch, but the must surely catch something now and then, or they wouldn't come week after week. I knew most of them, as they all have caravans at the Immervioulen park where the kids stayed, and always had a meal with us. Strathyre lies almost on the banks of loch Lubnaig, at the furthest end, some way around the bend.