Back to reality then.
We managed to get an earlier than planned ferry back by joining the “Unbooked” queue for the sailing before our booked one and got on no bother. It was a bit sad seeing the Isle fading away into the distance, but my bairns didn’t let me ponder for long; there was juice and stuff to buy from the café onboard, then before we knew it, it was time to go back down to the van and start the four hour journey home to Newburgh.
The washing machine has been on constant since we arrived back and I’ve been sucked back into the online world of Facebook and Twitter once again, just trying to catch up on what’s been going on. I need to know the new twists and turns of the referendum debate so I can adjust my arguments, if necessary.
It was a great holiday, a real break from normal, especially not having internet access – and I feel better for it.
I’m sure we made some good memories for my children and they both want to return to Arran in the future.
You should go there, I think you’d love it.