A Bute of a Christmas part 1: The Journey

After boxing day, we threw a thousand things into the car, filled it up with fuel, oil, water and sweets and began our journey up to the faraway land of Bute. With the journey being really quite an epic one, we decided to leave by 3.30am. The other reason we wanted to leave early was because the weather report sounded apocalyptic. There were nationwide wind and rain warnings in a week where thousand of boring northerners were crying on the news about some wet that got in their homes.

On our route, there were all kinds of warnings on the radio advising against travel unless it was essential, blah blah blah. We just turned the volume down and increased our speed.

Turns out the wind was pretty bad. There were all kinds of signs telling high sided vehicles to immediately stop and turn round or else they will explode or whatever. We even drove through a tree that was in the first lane.

Upon arrival at the ferry, we clumsily gathered all of our belongings from the car, went to travelex to get some Scottish money (Scotland was nearly independent in 2013, Noah, would you believe it?!), and got on the ferry.

You adored the ferry.