We had a quick coffee at the station cafe before making our way to the little Panda, who was washed and shone like a brandnew penny in the sun that was out after a few days of rain. Of course I had to first open the bonnet of the car, and poke the solenoid with my beach umbrella that I had won at the village fair, and the teenage girls, like any other teenager at that age, was absolutely stunned, and highly embarrassed! Irma, who in her poor days just after her divorce, had driven an old Volkswagen that most of the time had to be pushed to life, was less embarrassed, and once in the car and on our way, we laughed a lot as we remembered her embarrassment on morning when the Volkswagen again wouldn't start.
Across from her house lived a very prim, very important, and very well known, stockily built little phychiatrist,and as he was driving out from his mansion and noticed Kristani trying to push the Volkswagen, he demeaned himself to a great extent, got out of his car, and offered his help. Irma was shocked, as he usually just nodded stiffly, but also very glad, as Kristani was already late for school, and herself for work!
So, with Irma behind the wheel, the child and the smartly dressed phychiatrist pushed! Up and down the road, and after a while the poor man was exhausted, and asked Irma, as their wasn't even a spark of life, whether she had turned on the engin. She had NOT! So, the little man instucted her seriously to turn the key to on, and the Volkswagen's engin jumped to life after only a few meters, and a very agitated Irma watched the now sweaty and a bitty dishevelled wee man walk stiffly to his monstrous 4x4!

Anyhow, the three were very excited to be there, and we were sprinting along merrily, when we hit the area close to a few pig farms. Now this pig farms are usually okay, but after some heavy rain, and then some strong sunshine, the most hideous smell invades the area around it for about twenty kilometers. All three of them sat wretching, but by now I was an old hand at this, and just sat smiling and talking as if nothing was wrong, although, to be honest, I also felt a wee bitty weak on the stomach, as the smell was absolutely acrid that morning!
We passed Loch Lubnaig, the closest loch to Strathyre, and the girls immediately vowed that they were in for a lot of swimming! I just laughed, remembering my grandson Rene, who was also brave enough to try the water, but who had turned blue within a few minutes!
The caravan park was situated just before reaching Strathyre, and they were very taken with their view of the river Balvaig that flowed lazily down to the loch, and immediately liked Emma and Janet, the two sisters and children of the owners.