

Isle Of Harris, UK
No asses were left behind. Luckily, since I knew I was not going to sleep on our 6 hour drive to Uig, Scotland, I scored front seat in our van with Al, aka: the Ghost of Glasgow. What a privilege;) to be in charge of the walkie talkie and reading all the directions on his Garmen: Jill whose words were too small for him to read. Front seat did get me the best view of the scenery and a first rate roller-coaster ride. Although we were rushing at each stop to get to ...