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It,s batten down the hatches time again, time to catch that garden chair before it flies of southward in search of the sun.
The sea is magnifisent, awsome, battering the rocks and the road. Looking out of the window the mainland has dissapeared in the haze, and makes me feel like the island has floated away.
No papers, no voice as there are no boats.
You would think that in this day and age with boats sailing across the Atlantic that they could get one that sails from Ardrossan to Arran.