Photo-wise, tis done.
I had a problem free journey back.
Midday, mid-week, got a double-seat.
Only detour was Preston, which I esteem anyway as the birthplace of Steve Pemberton.
And I got the Sheldon photo.
I could not have had a better time on Arran if I'd won the Lottery. I was so well looked after. The household was so calm and welcoming. The cats were too. And although it might look like I explored, in truth I barely scratched the surface. Do go if you can.
Arran always meant Mr & Mrs Limey to me anyway.
Now it also means Brianna.
I carry them all in my belly like some big pre-historic carving.
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