Holiday ... FAIL
I'm on holiday at the moment - I carried over some spare holiday allowance from last year, and it had to be used up by the end of March, so I'm taking a long weekend. So my mum suggested we go to Rothesay and stay in their little flat for a night or two.
Come ten o'clock this morning, we were packed and fuelled. We'd worked out our route, our ferry times, and the weather (to make sure the ferries would be running). We'd spent ten minutes fiddling with the sat-nav trying to convince it to go via Arrochar and Colintraive rather than Wemyss Bay. We set out into beautiful sunshine.
The sunshine lasted until we got out of Falkirk and drove under the dark grey cloud that had been lurking on the horizon. After half an hour of tiny, windy, potholed country roads, we passed a reservoir where the wind was driving sheets of spray over the reservoir's dam. We wondered why the road had been built so close to the shore, then had our question answered when we spotted the only tree visible on the reservoir side of the road: standing about thirty feet into the newly-expanded reservoir and with most of its trunk underwater. It looked like a very large bush growing out of the water's surface...
Half an hour later, and after some truly nasty potholes where I started to fear for my Clio's suspension, the rain hadn't let up. Nate commented "Well, at least if the ferries aren't running because of the weather, we can just go through Glasgow on the way back and drop off the keys to the flat..." Then there was silence for a few seconds, and then: "Neither of us picked up the keys, did we? I knew we'd forgotten something when we left!"
So we turned round and drove home, and by the time we hit Falkirk again had decided that it was too late and the weather too bad to head back to Rothesay. Shortest holiday trip ever :P
Come ten o'clock this morning, we were packed and fuelled. We'd worked out our route, our ferry times, and the weather (to make sure the ferries would be running). We'd spent ten minutes fiddling with the sat-nav trying to convince it to go via Arrochar and Colintraive rather than Wemyss Bay. We set out into beautiful sunshine.
The sunshine lasted until we got out of Falkirk and drove under the dark grey cloud that had been lurking on the horizon. After half an hour of tiny, windy, potholed country roads, we passed a reservoir where the wind was driving sheets of spray over the reservoir's dam. We wondered why the road had been built so close to the shore, then had our question answered when we spotted the only tree visible on the reservoir side of the road: standing about thirty feet into the newly-expanded reservoir and with most of its trunk underwater. It looked like a very large bush growing out of the water's surface...
Half an hour later, and after some truly nasty potholes where I started to fear for my Clio's suspension, the rain hadn't let up. Nate commented "Well, at least if the ferries aren't running because of the weather, we can just go through Glasgow on the way back and drop off the keys to the flat..." Then there was silence for a few seconds, and then: "Neither of us picked up the keys, did we? I knew we'd forgotten something when we left!"
So we turned round and drove home, and by the time we hit Falkirk again had decided that it was too late and the weather too bad to head back to Rothesay. Shortest holiday trip ever :P