The Atlantis Leisure Centre serves the of Oban although this pair have only ever used their conveniences and its convenience as a preferred parking-provider.
It's free, you see, and perfect since Oban ' at least that's how I found it / Why it only took an hour-and-a-half to walk completely round it.'
Slightly more than that, actually, but enough time to embrace some unfinished architecture, mull over a lug up a hill and still find a few minutes to cement international relations, seafood-wise.
While a move to Oban isn't really being considered, it's hard not to be charmed by what was left by the Victorians. One of their buildings is now the but it used to house the Oban Times, a distraction while you check out the sailing times.
Oban is, quite literally, a little bay, and there are trips to see the seals at the northern end of it, you see.
Behind the Columba Hotel is a car park and an early-elderly, Far Eastern couple are wanting directions to the train station. No problem, employ the International Sign Language system of pointing and finger splaying to convey the way... 'It's over there, five minutes.'
Oban is the end of the line and if you're training it from here, it's south to Glasgow with not that many car-free options in between. They've just parked up here so they're not likely to be taking the ferry? .
Behind you, Ee-usk™ meets all of your modern, seafood dining needs and all just about on the water. The name is from some fishy-sounding Gaelic and their fayre is straight off the dock so it couldn't be any fresher, it's thought.
Just as much of a mystery is the amphitheatre in the background where it's not thought the Romans made it this far north?
It's now known to be McCaig's Tower and dominates the town but there's a wait before it's walked up to so more on that in a minute.
Things are rather more modern at the southern end of the bay. There you'll find shopping, the town's train station and an airport-like terminal where ™ will ferry you and your car to the Inner or Outer Hebrides.
There's also a Wetherspoon™s, the , named after an about 20-odd miles south-west of here. Unlike likeable Ilkley, at least they've made a bit of an effort with the name here.
It has so far been fine on the flat but for a sense of your surroundings, follow the sign at the end of Albany Street up to Pulpit Hill.
It's an ominous start with a handrail to help haul yourself up 'Haggarts Brae' before you reach a small, recreational area with, not unreasonably, reasonable views.
Meanwhile, back down in town, it's much less of a lug up to McCaig's Tower with the legs now loosened.
John Stuart McCaig was a wealthy, local banker who also fancied his hand as an architect even though it's known locally as McCaig's Folly. It was a largely self-indulgent construction but there was an element of philanthropy and by providing work for local, unemployed stonemasons he could have his Caig and eke it.
His original plan was for a roof to house a gallery of statues of the main McCaigs only for work to literally grind to a halt on his death in 1902.
The completed shell houses, instead, a clean, booze-free public garden with fantastic views down to where you were earlier and out to the surrounding islands.
There are rumblings over the electricity bill, however, and it may not remain lit up at night forever. It's a fine sight and... ' that should never go out.'
Looking just about west from the tower on a clear day, you can mull over a nice view of Mull. That's the Isle of Mull and not the... ' / Oh mist rolling in from the sea.'
If you're lucky, the ferry terminal down below might put on a bit of a show and Otis Redding might even have written...
'Sittin' on the top of McCaig / Watchin' all the boats make a spray / Rolling on in from and then out again' etc. I would go on but a loose tooth makes whistling a little difficult.
It's all very fancy, residentially, around McCaig's and they've gone all Gaudí on this one.
The road down drops you back onto George Street, Oban's main shopping strip, and there, outside Nories Fish and Chips, Mr Far East from earlier and an acknowledging nod. His wife? Her stronger grasp of the language means she's inside, waiting for a couple of cod suppers!
Now, the occasional fish is fine but... 'that was .'
A move to Oban has been considered on the way back to the Atlantis Leisure Centre where it's now known that John McEnroe definitely didn't learn his trade.
The problem is it's about 250 miles away and that's a considerable round trip to nip back to see the relatives...
'And I would drive / And I would drive 500 more / Just to be the man who drove a 1,000 miles to see the mother-in-law.' (twice).