The barman, a man called Meat, looked after us very well in the Rowantree Tavern. After Pegasus foolishly beat one of the locals at pool twice I did rather feel we needed looking after but there you go.
I told a mate of mine who lives in Balloch that friends were staying in Jamestown and his reply was; "You've got to be f*cking kidding!" But, you know, Dizzy and Pete survived and you genuinely can park your bike in the bar.
Here we all are outside. Can you spot the regular customer?
In summary, highly recommended.
