. The only time the sun came out was when we went to get the ferry home - typical! I was very pleased to be reunited with an old friend though; having missed the sailing we were booked on in the big boat, one of those huge efforts with the hinged bow that lifts up to let the cars drive off, we had to wait for the wee boat. I hadn't seen it yet and was slightly nervous, not being the best traveller and knowing that the wee boat only sailed in good weather as it didn't cope with the rough stuff. I can't tell you how pleased I was to find that it was my old friend the MV Saturn. In a minute all my apprehension melted away, I have sailed on her across to Bute many times in all weathers, once when there was an inch of ice on every railing, and had a safe and comfy trip every time. Today was no different. Roddy and I sat up on the deck, looking back across the bay to the hills unclimbed, and longing to be in the shining green water that looks as pure and sharp as crystal.This is Glen Sannox (which sounds vaguely like a hygiene product for ladies) where I was gorge walking with the kids on Monday. It was baltic.
I'm looking forward to a return trip some day soon, but without the kids and noise, a much more solitary venture. I'm learning that I'm a much quieter person than I thought and although I enjoy company I need time alone, just me and the hound. Time in the hills has given me much to consider this week, the choices I have made, decisions I have taken, for the most part it feels like there was no thought at all, things just happened and left me to deal with the results. My feeling just now is that perhaps I should be holding the wheel a little firmer and drifting less - I need to decide what I want and if I am prepared to do what is needed to get it.
