ISLE BE BACK
The ferry journey from Aberdeen to Orkney was fairly civilised. These days, any lengthy sea crossing implies ‘foreign’ travel, and hence is a bonus on any road trip. We rolled off MV Hjaltland at Orkney’s capital, Kirkwall, at 10:00pm, still almost in daylight, with a twenty-minute, sixteen-mile drive to our pal’s holiday cottage near Stromness. Our daughter, Zoe, was already ensconced, having travelled up on the overnight sleeper from London, together with Ferdi’s cousin, Caspar. These two dogs couldn’t believe their luck, and were engaged in constant ragging thereafter.
For us hoomanz, the next few days were spent sightseeing, with our friend piloting us around the main island in her car. The scenery consists of long, low slopes and a couple of massive hills (at 1,500ft, they
