The ferry arrives

As I write this I can see the lights of the Rothesay ferry advancing towards us out of the darkness as we wait in a queue of cars at Wemyss Bay. We are on our way for a walking weekend on Bute, although the weather forecast is dubious.

We have just had a a drink at the Wemyss Bay Station Bar; it is so lovely! It was opened in 1903 and I don't think it can have changed at all  - it is tiny, very old-fashioned and cosy with a roaring log fire.