Off to the vet

One of the cats, Lily Elliot, is poorly so we're off to the vet. For us, since we live on an island with a not daily ferry service, this means two nights away from home and finding someone to look after dog, remaining cats and Guinea pigs at short notice.
Seizing the opportunity of being on the mainland, we'll take in a supermarket and spin up to Inverness to get to B&Q for plants, paint and things like that.
Also it is windy and despite living on an island for 20 years I still get seasick, so the ferry crossing will be pants.