First of all there were supposed to be a whole bunch of us going on a forum Big Trialie run sort of thing. And then there were two of us. And the way the cookie crumbles there was only little old me left. Funnily enough it was a nice morning when I was putting the boxes on the bike. It's usually pissing down but I just had to put up with the dry, mild morning. Oh well There is something really fecking good about packing up and knowing that you have nothing to do all day but ride the bike. The ferry was at 1.30 from Larne so it was a leisurely enough trip up spent wondering what I had forgotten to take and would Scotland have shops so I could buy replacements. I don't believe in packing light. Bringing loads of stuff is what separates us from the Apes, you know. I wasn't bringing a tent because I had heard a rumour that Scotland had these things called "B&B's. It's an arrangement where a lady, usually quite foxy but to be honest, on some occasions fucking haggard and not a little scary allows you to sleep in a room in their house and in the morning have a little breakfast. And in no way, wank in to the bottle of shower gel they leave in the room for you. That would be considered impolite. And unhygienic. The ferry over was a pretty quiet affair. I was the only bike on it and a few hundred lorries. We all spilled out in Cairnryan at 3.30 and I headed North with a rough plan of going North and not South. Seriously, that's how organised I was with an itinerary. I eventually called it a day in Largs at about 5.30. I applied my "first B&B I see at 5.30" rule and settled for here, £35.00 with a a landlady who knew how to fill a pair of jeans. The only draw back was that it was a shared bathroom and not en suite. That would be a draw back for anybody else who had to share the same bog as myself that is. I had been sat on a bike all day and been eating Ferry food. My second (the first is, erm first thing before I get out of bed) bowel movement of the day on a day like this is always like the side falling out of an old house. It was a lovely evening and time for a scrub and a fiddle and then maybe an amble into the bright sights of nightime Largs.