The ferry terminal.

A slow plooter up the road behind one motorhome monstrosity after the other. No rush though. The last 40 miles on an unfamiliar road. Majestic mountains and perfectly positioned pines. Big smiles. Why was I not looking forward to this?
A much needed 'rest stop' after 5 hours, perfectly timed for a call from the Captain, who's safely berthed in Stornoway awaiting my arrival.
Not the first car at the ferry terminal, and 3 hours till boarding.
A brief picnic on the beach, till a family of 10(!!!) decided to park themselves all around me! I'll sit in the car and read. Looking forward to a nice bottle of red with the Captain tonight. :)