After weeks of training for last month’s West Highland Way Challenge for Breast Cancer Now, I was concerned that I might feel deflated once it was all over. Luckily, it’s been an eventful time which has taken me to many and varied parts of Scotland, starting with a hen party island adventure.
Our celebration of Lindsay’s final weeks of singledom looked destined to be a flop when Calmac – the ferry company which links the Scottish mainland to its many Hebridean islands – went on strike for a day…..the very day we were due to sail.
DRAT! HOW VERY DARE THEY. I posted a ditty on Calmac’s Facebook page:-
A plea to Calmac Ferrymen, please don’t spoil Oor Lindsay’s hen!
Arran is our port of call, where we’d planned to have a ball.
The girls arrive from far and wide, Auchrannie’s where we’re meant to bide.
Now we hear a strike’s been planned, how the feck are we going to land?
We’ve planned the gig for many a day and upfront we have had to pay.
We’ve tried to sort Plan B and C, but to be honest we’re all at sea!
So, please Guys, get us to the Isle, and help send Lindsay doon the aisle.
But to no avail. With a few days to go, the strike was going ahead and our weekend looked scuppered. However, thanks to Laura, our uber organiser, we found ourselves at Ardrossan jetty bound for Brodick on a RiB. (That stands for Rigid Inflatable Boat. It is NOT a dinghy.)
After a bouncy, breezy crossing we arrived at the splendid Auchrannie resort for a fabulous weekend of fizz, fun and pink paraphernalia, courtesy of henpartysuperstore.co.uk.
After the excesses of the hen weekend, it was time to walk my way back to sobriety. Dodging rainstorms and midges, I’ve clocked up many more miles in diverse parts of our glorious country, taking in beaches, canal towpaths and waterfalls.
It may rain a lot (OK, an awful lot) in Scotland, but for me, it’s never dull.