I babysat so my DD and DSiL could go out for an evening meal. They hadn't booked but drove around the small towns on the Moray coast looking for a welcoming sign. They found one but on entering were told last orders 7.30pm and it was past that.
They bought fish suppers and sat on a bench in the dark looking out to sea.
By contrast, camping in Northern France, on our final evening we put up our tent in the rain and with hardly any food left we found a small inn.
We asked if they served food, they told us to wait but opened a separate room for the 8 of us, 3 generations, and we had a wonderful memorable meal with wine ofcourse.
Good Morning Tuesday 12th May 2026

