Jesus H. Christ talk about a different day! Yesterday I pottered around a brilliantly empty and sunkissed Cowal on my Bonnie. Today on the other hand I had to take my wife in to one of her daughters who she is staying with for a week and who lives just a wee bit North East of Glasgow as her youngest is due to give birth any day now and wants her to be there. Just getting out of the village was a pain in the ass with hordes of cars bearing 'roof boxes' and driven by twats who have no idea how to drive on single track roads coming the other way. Got down to Tarbet at the top of Loch Lomond and lo and behold! Traffic was fluctuating between a crawl and a standstill. More than two hour later we finally reached the southern end of Loch Lomond and I took the backroads over to Milton of Campsie and down to the Step daughters as I didn't want to risk getting caught in gridlocked traffic on the Motorway into Glasgow which would, ordinarily, be the quickest way to reach her place. Over four hours to travel a distance that would normally take less than an hour and a half tops! Got the missus to her destination, had a bite to eat (The Step Daughter lives next to a chippy called 'The Best Chippie' and it wasn't too shabby) and then I was on my way home again. On the return journey I took the M8 which was virtually deserted but, when I reached the foot of Loch Lomond, around 9pm, traffic heading south was still at a standstill and the tail back was something like maybe eight or ten miles all the way to the top road into Luss! I can think of much better ways to spend a Bank Holiday than in a sardine can in a traffic jam.