We've made it as far as the top end of Loch Lomand after negotiating Glasgow, the M8 (in the car - we've not made it into the canoe just yet) and with a quick pit stop in Balloch, where they seal their children in large clear plastic balls which they fill with air and then leave in a paddling pool to run around like a hamster in a ball. It's where they also sell saucy postcards of men's in kilts - their hems raised just enough to reveal a thistle tattooed on his bum.
The sun may have been shining then, but it's closed in now and mizzling. However, we are in a lovely B&B with tartan carpets, eating shortbread with the promise of a pub 5 mins walk away which has an extensive range of single malts.
Loch Lomand looked really calm, it's not too cold and there is hardly any wind. If it stays like this then we should be OK - and shouldn't need to resort to either the Coast Guard or our emergency plan.
Here are a few pics from today - more anon x