We got away last night and reached the top of the road only for Mr Snail to recall that he had left his coat and wallet at home. He did a magnificent job of reversing all the way back to the gate…
We set off again. I was a little concerned about the exhaust puttering and asked if all was well. Mr Snail said it always sounds like that from a cold start.
On the way to Loth we heard an odd noise. I asked what it was and he said we must have run over something. I tried hard not to have images of cats running between the wheels.
We parked up at Loth and waited for the otters to come out and play. G&A Best came along to see us off and we all sat waiting for otters.
This morning we were up bright and early and ready for the early boat departure.
It was a beautiful morning and a calm sailing.
We exercised the dog and breakfasted on arrival in town and then hit the supermarkets before going for lunch at Helgi’s.
With time to kill before the ferry to Scrabster, we went to Brodgar for a walk around the RSPB reserve. As we set off, Mr Snail groaned. I asked what was wrong and he said, you see that exhaust pipe under the van? We used to have two of those.
Oh, dear.
The Pentland Firth was flat calm and plain sailing today. We set off for Sibster only to find the place chock full of motorhomes. It was a motorhome ghetto. Clearly the secret is out. We felt guilty about parking, and really ought to have gone elsewhere. But where?
Luckily four of the six vans here left without staying the night so now we don’t feel too bad. Just tired. Very, very tired.