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"Go to Islay" said my friend...
"Lots to do on Islay" said my friend...
"Lots for your wife to do on Islay" said my friend.
Yeah. About that...
Long short.
I went to Islay. Worse than that, I went to Islay with my wife. I invited my wife. I did not invite Storm Eowyn...
Islay is a long way from my wee house. Pretty much it is two days trek. Start with your back to the English Channel and stop when you fall into the water left of Glasgow. At least that is what the AA rout planner says. It was not wrong.
Whilst we had planned to stay in the Stonehouse Castle - they had decided to close for the inbound leg of our journey, and so we ended up in a wee B&B in Tarbert. Clean enough, but we needed to find somewhere to eat dinner, and Tarbert at this time of year is not exactly bustling.

We did find a small hotel which was open and had a really good seafood dish and a couple of drams. I was not to know but this was perhaps the nicest meal of the trip.
The following morning, and the ferry hoves into view. I still get that childish sense of excitement whenever I see a ferry. It is shared with a sense of anxiety that I am not holding a paper ticket, and that my phone will 'magic' me and the car onboard. I don't know how but it does just that.

The crossing to Islay is about two hours. I made the fatal mistake of 'relaxing' the moment we weigh anchor. Two days trek and we are finally here - only we are not here are we. I still have to drive on the island. I make an executive decision and hand the car keys to my wife...

I have a couple of days stalking booked, and hope to spend some time showing my wife around. My 'friend' said there was plenty of places to take her, and much to show her...that's what my friend said...
The island is (all islands are ) beautiful.

"Go to Islay" said my friend...
"Lots to do on Islay" said my friend...
"Lots for your wife to do on Islay" said my friend.
Yeah. About that...
Long short.
I went to Islay. Worse than that, I went to Islay with my wife. I invited my wife. I did not invite Storm Eowyn...
Islay is a long way from my wee house. Pretty much it is two days trek. Start with your back to the English Channel and stop when you fall into the water left of Glasgow. At least that is what the AA rout planner says. It was not wrong.
Whilst we had planned to stay in the Stonehouse Castle - they had decided to close for the inbound leg of our journey, and so we ended up in a wee B&B in Tarbert. Clean enough, but we needed to find somewhere to eat dinner, and Tarbert at this time of year is not exactly bustling.

We did find a small hotel which was open and had a really good seafood dish and a couple of drams. I was not to know but this was perhaps the nicest meal of the trip.
The following morning, and the ferry hoves into view. I still get that childish sense of excitement whenever I see a ferry. It is shared with a sense of anxiety that I am not holding a paper ticket, and that my phone will 'magic' me and the car onboard. I don't know how but it does just that.

The crossing to Islay is about two hours. I made the fatal mistake of 'relaxing' the moment we weigh anchor. Two days trek and we are finally here - only we are not here are we. I still have to drive on the island. I make an executive decision and hand the car keys to my wife...

I have a couple of days stalking booked, and hope to spend some time showing my wife around. My 'friend' said there was plenty of places to take her, and much to show her...that's what my friend said...
The island is (all islands are ) beautiful.

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