scenes from the station — breakfast in station; didn’t see Lee Miller and Picasso at the Portrait Gallery, wish I had. And I had to take snap of the ubiquitous dog of Scotland, West Highland terrier, in the movie poster. (That one’s for Mary Elizabeth and Lucy, her West Highland.) and of course Scottie in the other notice. We allow “therapy” dogs now; the UK much more friendly. The Manor House in Oban, where we are staying, allows dogs in room only, and can’t leave unattended. What to do about dinner?
