Imachar, Isle of Arran

This morning we were up early and down at the ferry terminal before nine. Almost immediately they began loading the ship, so we quickly discarded our rubbish bag, its contents better left on Islay, and of course there was other people's discarded rubbish to be collected from all around the bin and placed in it. Unbelievable! Our time came to board and for the third time this trip John had to reverse Marge onto the ferry. No problem. Comfortable in the lounge area surrounded by tired, hung over looking passengers, could it be the whisky, we settled down for the two hour sailing that would return us to Kennacraig on Kintyre.

Then a drive of six miles across the Mull of Kintyre to Claonaig to catch a ferry to Lochranza on the Isle of Arran.

This would be our fifteenth ferry journey of our time in Scotland. Already Marge had attracted attention from two Americans. She loves it. Men are all over her. 

Days like today always make us tired. So once on Arran we stopped off to take a look at the eighteenth century castle ruins at Lochranza before stopping at the nearby 'sandwich station, formerly the fire station, for coffee and excellent homemade fruit and nut flapjacks, and of course for Marge to catch the eye of yet another male admirer. The sun was out, and it felt warmer than we've known it for a very long while.

A drive along the coast, missing our planned overnight stop along the way found us at another, the access only really suitable for off road vehicles. Result. On the park4night app someone who had stayed at the spot previously described it as the best stopover on the island. We've yet to experience any others, but can see it's definitely right up there. So, as we're right by the shore, the beach pebbled, we will cook on an open fire this evening and hopefully with a clear sky experience a magical sunset. First we need our washing to dry in the southerly breeze that cools the warmth of the day.