The weather has finally caught up with us, it's pretty miserable outside and Andy is ill, so we've booked ourselves into a lovely B+B on Islay, one of the islands of the west coast of Scotland. I thought I'd take this opportunity to update things a little as it's nearly a month since I wrote anything.
Where to start? The randomness has continued. We began our Scotland leg of the trip on Arran. Beautiful 25ish mile long island, "Scotland in miniature" it says in our guide book. It does seem to have it all. Beautiful beaches, seals, deer, eagles, lots of ancient sites, standing stones, forests, rivers and mountains, the tallest of which, Goatfell (2868ft!) we climbed for Andy's birthday. Anyway when we arrived we took a wrong turn looking for our campsite, stopped to ask a lady for directions and she told us we could camp the garden at her B+B for the same price as the campsite if we wanted, but then decided that as it was raining and the para-gliders who were meant to be staying hadn't turned up we'd might as well just stay in the house! She showed us around the house, which was lovely, and ...