Day 3: in which our a hero almost loses a glove

I was sad to be leaving Arran. It’s a lovely island and as I wandered through Brodick in the early hours of the morning waiting for breakfast I thought about how resilient these islanders are. For example take this one business which rents out Cycles, locksmithing services and sign writing services. All from his front room.  And people are very friendly. Everyone waves as you pass by or stops to bide you a good morning Continue reading Day 3: in which our a hero almost loses a glove

Day 2: in which our hero forgets his comb

I awoke early and slipped out of the silent hotel eager to explore the island before breakfast, which you were remembered doesn’t start until 9. Some people are greeted by seals when they come to Scotland. I got this:  Dealing with the cards that life gives us I poked it for a bit then carried on. The sea was like a millpool and put the Mediterranean to shame in the pale grey light Before the Continue reading Day 2: in which our hero forgets his comb