Not Being That Guy

I think Pipey is arranging these early starts to punish us, we headed to Wemyss Bay in the grey morning light for our rendezvous with a ferry for our second trip overseas. Thankfully the bus was only an hour late. I personally owe Rothesay an apology from last year and don’t intent to be that guy this year. Continue reading Not Being That Guy

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Scotland in Miniature

The bus left really early, the ferry to Arran is always busy on Brodick Games day with kilties, wee dancer lassies in hair nets and Crocks™ and the regular round of ramblers, golfers, Canadians, cyclists and chanty wrestlers. Continue reading Scotland in Miniature