3 P.M.
JC: Just to confuse the matter, Timo launches a second plan to catch a ferry to Belfast and sail on the north coast of Ireland instead. Personally I have not been to Lewis for about five years so after a lukewarm green light from my wife, my vote is cast in favour of Scotland and I start packing for the road. I have to leave home within the hour!
6 P.M.
JC: I arrive in Southampton and load my camera equipment into Timo’s van. As we chat away Timo drives fifteen minutes back towards home in Poole before realizing we are going totally the wrong way…great start!
8 P.M.
JC: I receive a message from my wife, which starts with the words “Emergency, you may need to come straight home!” – it turns out my eldest son has had a disastrous haircut the afternoon before the prom and all hell has let loose! The stupid hairdresser has cut away the bulk of his fringe, which in ‘his terms’ amounts to nothing short of a catastrophe! All of his mates have long fringes with short sides, apparently that is the style these days. As it stands my son has punched a door and is refusing to go to the prom! Let us hope he calms down by the morning! Unable to help in any way we carry on driving headed north. I do seem to remember some pretty bad haircuts myself in the past and locking myself in my room for days on end!