Loch Ness, vomit, and my left foot.

I'm here in bonnie Scotland.
The sky is blue, a little overcast and cloudy, but it isn't as bad as I expected it to be...

I'll not bore you with details, but suffice to say we have a large motorhome all to ourselves, and we're parked-up by the loch.
It's quite nice and peaceful, actually.

Until next week, when the minature submarine that Deadfast asked for arrives.
Along with the boat, and research equipmen.
And chef.

Yes, chef.
Deadfast hasn't changed his mind, and we've been forced to ply local authorities with money and gifts so that we can explore the loch.
They don't know his plan to cook the damn beast...