Eastward…

Back in Edinburgh - third trip east in four weeks - with a rather more interesting journey than usual. At first I thought the weather might pose problems, but in the event the gusts of wind were travelling in the same direction as we were, meaning that the ferry scooshed over with hardly a lurch, so we were able to eat bacon rolls and drink tea rather than sitting with our eyes shut.

My photo for today come from Port Glasgow, featured in the news recently more than in all its history. After being an anonymous rust-coloured hull for long enough, the latest (delayed) ferry, the Glen Rosa has had its hull painted in CalMac colours and despite having a big gap in the bow is recognisably a local ferry.

The next point of interest happened when we were negotiating the still relatively unfamiliar lanes of the M73 south of Glasgow and an overhead gantry warned of an accident after … what junction? … on the M8 eastbound. Almost simultaneously, Waze informed me that they had a different route with no loss of time … and so we were off: bouncing over the potholes to the south of Kirk o’ Shotts, past the sign for Shotts Prison… and seeing to the north a huge, stationary line of traffic on the M8.

We rejoined the motorway just after the end of the pink bit on the map (it’s a Waze thing) and scooshed off east with only two extra minutes on the clock. It was wild and wet when we arrived, but now it’s sunny, if rather Baltic.

I’ve just seen the Princess of Wales make her personal statement. Poor woman - putting up with all the media crap at the same time as the diagnosis.

You’ll have gathered that it’s not midnight - and I’m back at the dreaded phone-blipping. Enough already.