Boingo

This morning the soundtrack was the same for breakfast but a different one for wakening up - wind and rain.

Downstairs for breakfast, thinking how to kill 3 hours before the bus to the ferry, where I met the 3rd non-wedding guest person I knew on the island. We decide that Douglas Maxwell is the centre of everything.

Thanks to the connection Sam and I score a lift to the earlier ferry back to Oban where Sam's Bongo is waiting to take us back to Glasgow. It turns into a Boingo over bumps.

Woo hoo.