Peacock butterfly.

I do find the eyes a little creepy.

Friday morning we were up at sparrow's fart and drove over to the the ferry at Kennacraig. Luckily the trip organiser was a little paranoid and built delay time into her calculations. There was a breakdown on the M8 and we only arrived at the ferry port in time to buy tickets and drive on board.

We stayed at the SYHA in Port Charlotte, plenty of hot water but not enough showers or loos. The kitchen was immaculate.

Noodles for tea and an early night.