The car is packed, the cottage tidied, the golf equipment put away, the sun is warm and shining, the sea is blue and shining, the wind Zephr like. And apparently Stena line is running '30 minutes late' No reason given. However check in as normal so more time for kicking heels in the dismal 'terminal' a building which has a rather final sounding air to it-like a crematorium; quite appropriate in this case as the micro-waved scones are often ashes like in their c onsistency.
But we have the comforts of Stena Plus to look forward to. The child free zone, the complimentary wines, the numerous copies of Hullo and Male Motoring to peruse. The panaramic view of the wake retreating at 50mph and the Merse in all its glory yet to come.
More later if we are spared.
