Wednesday, January 29, 2025

This Is My Last Day.

 I have decided, rightly or wrongly, that this is my last day in this room. If the weather forecast for tomorrow changes then I would also change with it as I'm not setting off in to the great unknown at the same time as doing battle with the weather. I have no plan other than to reach the outer edge by noon tomorrow. I'm heading south to Ullapool where I then hope to maybe enlist the help of someone off a ferry who is heading Edinburgh way. That is when I will contact Irene again, we will see then if she really is worried about me or just has cold cold feet about me staying with her.

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