Trip to see the McGees part 1

This week, we took Noah up to Scotland for a trip to see the McGees. He had been excited ever since we told him about the trip and, since he has no real concept of days yet, he was asking us every three hours or so, "Mummy, when are we going up to Scotland?" When the day finally came, we couldn't shut him up - he just wouldn't stop talking about all the things he wanted to do when we got there.

First, we had the mammoth 7 and a half hour journey. Noah was good as gold, all things considered. He slept a lot, and when he was awake, he spent most of the journey talking to himself. Trouble struck half way when, from the front seat, Cheryl tried to take a picture of Noah in his car seat in the back...and then dropped the iPad. Noah cried briefly but was soon chatting away to himself again. When we stopped, there was a little bruise under his eye (the first in his life). Cheryl cried. More than Noah did.

When we got to Wemyss Bay, we had to take the ferry - again, the first in Noah's life. We sat in a pub killing the time before our ferry, and he was charming a Scottish woman who was in there. "What is she saying?" asked Noah, honestly.

 Part one, comprete.