A day of prep and packing ahead of the trek to Orkney.

We got a 16 to Leith to fetch our steed for the next week - a Quashqai - bigger than I'd like but probably decent enough for our jaunt. The draw was the punk on the front with his immaculate hair; something I remember well from being their age, but their reaction was more like my parents than mine - I can see a brief history of punk being required on the road to the ferry.

After collecting the wheels, we grabbed lunch and She arrived; and off we went to lay in supplies for her brood.

Then back to hase to load up wet suits, baked beans and - oddly for Orkney - sunscreen.