Diary

Thursday, 02 May, 2013
Whilst I’ve been booked on late flights before, I’ve never been booked onto the very last flight of the night, so it was a weird experience wandering through a Gatwick Airport that was quite as deserted as it was…
Friday, 03 May, 2013
Refreshed and with a large breakfast in me I walked the couple of yards from the hotel to the bus stop and caught the bus into Paisley…
Saturday, 04 May, 2013
After the awful weather the previous day, the most noticeable thing when I drew the curtains was not only the blue sky, but the visible presence of Arran out in the Firth of Clyde which has simply been shrouded in weather the previous day…
Sunday, 05 May, 2013
I’d had to get up early the previous day, so with breakfast being served later I took the opportunity to have a bit of lie-in…
Monday, 06 May, 2013
Having checked out and left my luggage I walked the couple of yards from the hotel to the bus stop and caught the bus out to the small harbour town of Dunure, a few miles south of Ayr…