So with no plan at all except we were headed ‘somewhere in the British Isles’. I packed my bags and left the Isle of Wight unwarily for the mainland. But the indecision was already tearing me apart. Scotland looked on. Ireland looked on while even the East Coast was getting a bite at the cherry. Where should we head? Unfortunately I have to admit I am cursed with the ‘Glass only half full’ outlook on life so wherever we decided on I knew I’d be wondering what it was like elsewhere? I have to get my mind sorted in the New Year and stop worrying about what will go wrong and start focusing about what can go right! Jamie Hancock wasn’t much help either, simply piping-in ‘I’ll go anywhere!’ There were even suggestions that we should try and catch all three locations on the same forecast – absurd – but possible. Finally we packed the van in Poole and headed north with two ferries booked, one with Stena Line to Ireland via Holyhead and the other with Cal Mac from Ullapool to Stornaway – both on the same day! Sometime before the road split at Manchester we had to make a call.
