I’d like to offer my sincere apologies to the Chieftain: a can of lager hastily hidden to preserve decorum, treacherously upended itself as I marched past making it look as though I was urinating on my right foot. Sorry! However I’m getting ahead of myself.
We usually just take the bus to the ferry then it’s up to Hazel to count heads and give us all tickets. However this year we are taking the bus with us to save all the hassle at the end of the day when all the bags, cases, Event Shelters and inebriates have to be ported
back to the harbour. It’s a great idea for a possibly wet day. Continue reading The Scottish Riviera, by the way
Who could say no to a Saturday in Rothesay, the jewel of Argyll and metropolis of Bute. Rothesay always attracts the travelling support and the bus was fairly full as we left the village in the wrong direction, Continue reading Rothesay on Beautiful %#@is Island