Off we go, what could possibly go wrong?

So two bright eyed and bushy chinned fellows start off on a grand adventure... the motorway was pretty clear and apart from some ferocious rain in the north of England it wasn’t too bad - ignoring the ignoramus who nearly pulled out into me near Stroud...

We’ve had hot chilli for dinner, which was lovely (and hot), and we’ve returned to the hotel for beer and pool, at which both agreed we are crap. But remarkably my daughters have not only posted a Father’s Day card to the pub, they’ve put twenty quid behind the bar for a couple of whiskies...!

I am blessed with the most wonderful daughters who understand me very well. Tomorrow it’s up to Kennacraig and the ferry across to Islay. Breakfast is promised to be a full Scottish, which is like a full English but without the healthy options.

Janet took this picture, as a momento of our adventure.