Sunday, 4 September 2016

The Whitby of the North


Yes, I'm in Oban. Or at least I was last night.

Not a bad wee place, reminded me of Whitby (Sea-front train station, small fishing fleet, some classic Victorian buildings), but lacking the Goths, and a bit shabbier.

Bonus - Hmmm. Yesterday's slide seems to have vanished. Gremlins?

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