On the other side of the nine days in a row that I’ve just worked, I’ve found sixteen precious days of annual leave. After I fled from the hospital on Friday night, my first stop was to the Isle of Arran for the long-awaited wedding of two friends and then to eat, drink, and dance the night away in the splendid company of what an ex-Bishop’s Chaplain referred to as, from both sides of the border, the liturgically savvy. CalMac has never seen so many vaguely hungover Anglicans as wandered onto the ferry this morning.
Congratulations, Stewart and Kathryn; may your marriage be a very happy and very blessed one.
Please can we see the happy couple? Enjoy your holiday!
Oh the sunlight making gun metal of the water – how horribly I miss Bute when I see images like these.
Pedantically – CalendoniaN MacBraYNe !! Or is a new breed of ferry running?
*blushes* That’s what I get for not just calling it CalMac like everyone else.