The trip from hell

We were sad to leave the old school house at comber where we had been very well looked after for three nights. The weather forecast had warned of light rain showers which actually turned out to be moderate snow or hail and it was near freezing. As I'd already managed to cover the buses in Belfast on Friday afternoon I concentrated once note on lorries and to start with the weather wasn't that much of an issue, the first hour was almost all in sunshine before going down hill. We were pretty well on schedule when I caught up with Mandy back at the pmp van and we spent a while getting onto the correct road for the ferry but found it in the end and had a cuppa at the port before boarding. We settled down into the stena plus lounge then the electric went off while many was in the loos, thankfully the doors defaulted to open and the emergency generators kicked in. We were an hour late getting under way and this was already a tight journey. We needed up the south Ayrshire coast which we never seen before good truck filming territory should Scotland ever make its peace with us in the future. The weather went worse and worse as we headed north plummeting to zero and eventually blizzard conditions with the roads not gritted or salted at all, thankfully there was little traffic and we finally got to the first house on the outskirts of Oban near eleven pm. Goodness knows what will happen, the earthquake in Nepal could have struck Oban and done us all a favour but no such luck.