Living the High (winds) Life.

Caroline and I went down to Lerwick yesterday where I was teaching stand up comedy to adults and she was teaching jewellery making to "at risk" youth. We powered up the road on the the mainland to our first ferry, 9pm at Toft. "Service Cancelled Due to High Winds. BUGGER!
We only know two folk on the mainland- Tom: didin't have his number- Jacquie: She was outatown.
So we parked up at the waiting room near the bogs, 'cos we're resourceful n'at, and settled down to sleep in the car. Meg wisney best pleased. Caroline had bought halloween cakes for her pupils so we pulled the cakes out of the message bags and had them for supper. Bugger them.

I had last weeks Merlin in my BBCi folder on my laptop (screw you, I like it) so we watched that. Yeah, great idea. Sitting in the dark in the middle of nowhere in howling wind and heavy rain battering on the roof watching a programme about medevil witchcraft.

Then there was a flash of light. And another. What's this? Christ! A ferry has arrived! it was only the 9pm and 10pm that were cancelled. By 11pm the wind was low and the LAST ferry was running! We got our shit together and raced down to the barrier only to see the boat shove off. BUGGER!
I called the mobile number on the timetable. But instead of getting some random naebody in a Lerwick call centre we got the captain of the ferry! And cutting this long story slightly shorter he shouts "Boys! Turn around!" So this enormous car ferry turns on hull and comes back just for us. We get on our chauffeur driven boat and relax a little.

Caroline and Meg look after the car: While I relax in the lounge: "Thanks," we shout to the variably pissed off crew and drive up to the next ferry terminal where, of course the last ferry left an hour and a half ago. Oh aye, that's why we had to be on the 9pm from Toft. Oh well. Back to plan B. Await the morning ferry. Got home at 7am to an angry hungry cat.