Menogurrul; Homecoming

After leaving Uncle Andrew on his hillside paddocks, I split the journey home with a stop in the now-familiar Lanark, sticking to my self-made rule of not driving excessive distances in a day. I didn't have to worry about being back in Dunoon for the start of the day on the 4th... voting booths were open until 10 pm. I had a leisurely breakfast at Lanark and sauntered away mid-morning. Google had it that the drive to the ferry would be just shy of 90 minutes... but I stopped for lunch on the way and did my usual 'enjoy the journey' thing. Although a few blustery squalls were moving through, it was a pleasant enough day. Plenty of sunshine between them. I drew up to the chargers at the Pier Carpark almost dot on 7 pm. 

There was the most intense double rainbow spanning the Firth of Clyde as I did, but by the time I got Grey hooked up to charge and grabbed my phone, it had gone. Sigh. It was a good reminder of why I adore this part of the Bonny Land. My desire to let the Hutch find its new owners is not because I want to leave the Cowal but simply because I want to be down at ground level.

As The Grey drank some power, I nipped across to the Queen's Hall to make my mark. As is well-known by now, the UK has a brand new government. However, the effectiveness of the change that was touted during the campaign will be something that will only be adequately assessed in a year's time. Labour does seem to have hit the ground running, though. In a world that appears to be growing increasingly chaotic, the UK's political scene suddenly shows signs of being calm and orderly.

After voting and waiting for Grey to finish his sup, it was growing late in the evening. We rolled down the road to Inellen and parked by the shore. I wasn't ready to crawl back up the stairs to face the Hutch. We spent all of Friday and a second night in that spot, watching the water, the seals, the Herons, Curlews, Gulls, Oystercatchers, Shags, and Turnstones... and shipping... the gloaming shine upon the water, and Toward Lighthouse. 

I returned to the Hutch on Saturday and managed to stay there for twelve whole days! The poor place looks like a bomb hit it. I shifted things around, trying to create a separation between the already decluttered and boxed-up items and the work that still needed to be done. I kind of managed that. More decluttering - or at least picking out - got done, and an attempt was made to get The Grey that bit closer to being moved into as a full-time prospect. Still have work to do on that!

Wednesday mid-month came around so quickly, and it was time to be off adventuring again!