Wake up and look nervously at the weather - the 6.5 hour ferry ride seemed a good idea at the time, but if the seas are rough could be a really dumb idea. Fortunately the weather is fine. Go to the Church of Scotland service in the morning - a full church with gusty hymn singing complete with Scottish accents. It's like the Proclaimers mets Songs of Praise.Get on the ferry. As the boat leaves the harbour it starts to rock and this sets off two car alarms on the semi open deck. Who do they think is going to steal them and, more importantly, where to they think they're going to take them? An announcement on the PA "could the drivers of a silver BMW and a black Range Rover please return to they vehicles and disarm the alarms." It had to be BMW and Range Rover drivers didn't it.
Sail past Tober/Balamory and I wave to Miss Hoolie - though I doubt she saw me. I have a soft spot for Miss Hoolie - she always seems so cheerful and, considering the school is a small one on a Scottish Isle, she has a remarkably multi-ethnic class...Eventually, after a stop at Castlebay, Barra, the ferry pulls into South Uist. It's 9.45pm on a Sunday in the Outer Hebrides and I pull into my hotel - the receptionist is a young Australian...
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