Next morning it was over the hills to Largs, an old-fashioned and beautifully located seaside town basking in an until-now rare day of Scottish sunshine.
Shame about the Wimpy. It was again trapped inside an amusement arcade (though one with an excellent air hockey table). Like Dingwall, we had to wait for it to open. Unlike Dingwall, it wasn't worth the wait.
Half of the options on the illuminated board were papered over. When the food came, we were served up kebab shop-style chips in anonymous packaging and burgers in anonymous wraps. Had it not been for the Wimpy-branded paper cups, you would hardly have known you were eating in Britain's premier homegrown burger chain. There weren't even any Wimpy serviettes, for heaven's sake.
Chicken in a bun for me, quarterpounder with cheese for Stu. One-and-a-half from both of us for this unsatisfying Wimpy experience.
