It was January and the main ferry was in for service. This meant that we would travel back to the mainland on a spare vessel. I looked out for it from the pier and was rather surprised at how small it was, and that rather than bearing the Calmac livery, it was painted blue and orange.

Meanwhile TPR was busy throwing dead fish into the dock, trying to tempt live ones to the surface. His strategy met with mixed results.

There was a huge rush to board the ferry when it came into port. I lost TPR in the melee. Then someone (possibly a crew member?) accidentally trapped me under a dirty white tarpaulin on the deck. I was going to be stuck here, claustrophobic, for the entire duration of the bumpy crossing.