Our latest vision quest!

A few images from the most recent outing by the drunken boaters, this time to Olde Oaky, way out west. We are truly misunderstood zen masters, especially after an afternoon in the pub - most will ignore us, but a few will appropriate our watery ninja skills, force-feeding the mainstream with poor facsimiles of the real McCoy.

Then again, I may still be under the influence. More about the place in conventional prose format in October's Walk Highlands article.