By way of contrast the other bunch had a straightforward time, meeting at the bottom of the Clune before sailing on the 0900h ferry with the Cowans, taking our group up to eight ( Carol, David, Paul, Eric, Andrew, Alan, Graham and myself. We quickly made it past Loch Tarsan on the B836 and then up that climb to regroup. A steady pace up the A886 on a climb that just never seems to end, before the grin inducing, adrenaline shot of life reaffirmation that is the descent towards Strachur. Andrews suggestion that we do a chain gang along the side of Loch Eck then kept us going a fair pace and then on to Sheilas Diner. Jane met us at the diner and we waited and waited for the others and then gave up waiting, went for the ferry (minus Jane and Graham). After the ferry there was the usual undoing of the morning meetups as we retraced our steps to home and an end to our playtime.