Island Hopping
Our last view of Arran
Daisy on the ferry
It was the roughest sea crossing I have ever done. The wind was up and we were rocking back and forth quite violently. Josh and I were green the whole time. Isla didn't seem to mind and Max fell asleep due to an early start. I was very glad the kids weren't feeling unwell as I was feeling much too sorry for myself to worry about anyone else!
Our campsite was on the outskirts of Port Charlotte. It was very rugged and wild. The wind was still whipping 'round and the waves crashing against the cliffs was spectacular! I was very glad to be on land.
The wind was the enemy of all the people trying in vain to pitch tents along the fence and they eventually had to give up on a view and pitch by the shelter of the playground fence.
We didn't feel like cooking and we couldn't eat outside due to the weather so we packed up Daisy and set off for the village. We could have walked but it was baltic! We decided on the Port Charlotte hotel for dinner.
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