Take a minute to think about that. She was offering to fly with me and two small children IN AN AIRPLANE. Never mind the financial cost of this endeavour, imagine the psychological cost. Never mind the children, I am a super anal retentive traveller. I hate surprises and I insist on bringing my sanity saving rules and systems with me whereever I go.
They keep me from going....too feral. Charlotte was the very picture of accomodation and flexibility which was nothing short of the perfect gift.
J joined the party for his first trip to Scotland and it seems that the perfect adult to child ration is 3:2. It allows some time off for some adults some of the time. I might add that ratio to any conversation I have with couples thinking about having children.
After our 6 hour night flight we took a bus to Glasgow Centre.
Isle of Arran where we would finally enjoy the beautiful landscape and Fenner would run off the ill effects of Eastbound jetlag.
|Running in Glasgow Central|
|This is where we swam, seriously|
It was beautiful. Edinburgh will have to wait until tomorrow.