Loch Ewe

We decided to leave Ullapool while we still had all our vital organs.

(Although, as regular readers will remember, JBs liver is not always as vital as it might be.....)

Refreshed if penniless, we headed to Gairloch, further down the coast.

On the way, we passed the magnificent Loch Ewe (or as it was known during WW2 Loch A)

That's right blogmates, we'd stumbled upon the top secret site from which the Atlantic convoys set sail.

We paused to think of all those brave seamen (and women) who set out from here, including, quite possibly, Uncle Tony and Grandad Bull.

I've enclosed a photo of the information board which tells it so much better than I could.