Our boiler was due for its annual maintenance, but when the man came to service it he said it was unsafe, and stuck a sticker on it saying it should not be used. Unfortunately, the only people who can fix it are those from the company who built it, and they seem to be so busy that we could only book an appointment with them ten days hence. Ten days without hot water or heating. So there was little else we could do but head for a hotel with a spa, and I decided that Argyll would be a good location. Very nice it was, as well, but after wallowing in the pool, steam room and sauna for a couple of days we realised we couldn’t afford to live there indefinitely, and so resorted to pitching the campervan at some very attractive sites, also in Argyll.
Another reason for leaving the hotel was that the evening meals there were a bit meagre. Tasty, but short on substance. Above is a photo of the first course, which was shared between the two of us. The breakfasts were very substantial, so we didn’t go hungry.
Argyll is a very attractive part of Scotland, and a region we don’t know too well, so it was a delight to cruise the backroads, walk in the hills, and investigate the villages.
We ended up at Tayvallich for one night, where we enjoyed an excellent and satisfying meal at the Tayvallich Inn. It’s the only pub and restaurant in the village, but the food is glorious.
Lindsey’s main was scallops in a garlic sauce, with fries on the side. Mine was scallops in a creamy sauce, with peas and mashed potato on black pudding. I asked Lindsey if I could taste hers, but she would not part with even a morsel, so good was it.