Dunno why I was thinking of this classic that morning in Innellan,
perhaps Margo’s line about the “extra few feet in my bed” of the campervan you can see parked by the coast in that top photo.
I sleep well in my van with its bijou toilet facilities and comfy pillows, as long as I’m on my own and remember to put the Chinese takeaway in the bin before I nod off.
I slept well, after late on discovering my next journey wasn’t the long one round Dunbartonshire I’d feared,
but a much shorter trip due to local ferry company traipsing across the Clyde all day.
Still, I had a 7am start, perfect to catch the sunrise,
and a 20 minute traipse through Dunoon, which I expect is gorgeous but I may never know, to the crossing at Hunters Quay.
Scotland looked tickable this year by now, but I still had ten (10) ferries to take.
This 20 minute crossing to Gourock was serene.
I arrived in Largs in time for breakfast, but as my purpose is to save pubs I turned down Nardinis’s,
and a chance to practicing returning a half,
and had a small Scottish breakfast in an empty Paddle Steamer.
The plate is the best bit. Spoons food has gone downhill, fast, since 2020.
On to Arran.