Het eerste dag (The First Day)

The journey to the Isle of Arran began with part of the group meeting at Glasgow Central Station. A train ride later the newbies joined the group at the harbour, for a rather choppy trip across to Arran on the ferry. The weather in true Scottish style was rain, rain, rain, rain with a hint of rain, which everyone felt when arriving on the island.

Like all good adventures, along with the disadvantageous weather, there must be an obstacle to overcome. Today this came in the form of a bus - or the absence of one to be more specific. A few panicked phonecalls later, a minibus was commandeered to take us to the Lodge.

After settling in and getting to know one another, the task of dividing up the jobs was undertaken. This, most importantly, meant that the chefs could begin to cook dinner which was molto bene.

There are exceptions to every rule, and the rule of 'no television' was promptly broken by the realisation that the Olympics were on. This brought everyone together in the lounge, as the boys desperately tried to make the television work (and succeeded, thank you very much Sam)

The wee journey begins.... Aye

The Group