
Reached Beinglas Farm by Inverarnan. Paid to camp overnight. They have a pub and shop and toilets. Indoors! They have a box on the wall showing moving pictures. But first, guess who forgot to dry out his tent last night when camping in the bothy? Doh! Off to sneak a closer look at the longarms by the bar, one's definitely a flintlock, think the other one might be a percussion lock. Yes, I know I'm sad. Oh, buff-man is here...in an Akto!
Getting on with my life and thinking about things.
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