Reach for the Skye
I had heard good things about Scotland. How it was a great place to take a road trip. Friendly, too. And having toured some of Italy last summer, I decided it was time to explore somewhere a little closer to home. I was mid-way through my three week Easter break in Dorset and, with college being up north, figured I would be able to head straight back to college once the trip had finished. When I lived in Dorset, Scotland always seemed just a little out of reach, but knowing I didn’t have to drive all the way back made the journey seem less daunting.
As is a tradition of ours, the eve of departure consisted of me listening to my girlfriend, Ella, on the other end of the ’phone giving me the usual speech about being disorganised and ill prepared. “Have you got this?” “Have you got that?” She would say.
“my first aid kit… consisted of a plaster I found at the bottom of the glove box”
Of course, I didn’t have either this or that, but I had everything I thought I’d need. We had discussed the possibility of
