Today's CalMac star was the Clansman. The fleet's equivalent of a thoroughbred. But still the same all-day breakfast. Very popular as it happens – queued out right at the start. As it was only a forty minute crossing people were jostling for position, eyeing up the trays of bacon, eggs, sausage and black pudding. I made do with the enticing smell of the bacon. I have a fortnight off ferries, all being well. Time to get the gastric juices in order.
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The life and thoughts of Freda Marshall, a retired Church of Scotland minister living amongst the mountains and glens of Argyll.Pages