Sleep didn't come easily. The 5.15 alarm wasn't needed. I enjoyed breakfast with Sue, who kindly rose early and dropped me at Piccadilly station, before heading off for work, only five minutes away. So she may have had quite a long day!
The 6.33 am First Trans-Pennine express to Glasgow was quiet and on time. Not a Challenger in sight. Not in the executive compartment, anyway!
The blue skies and tree greenery slowly diminished as we headed north. Our swifts are back, but I don't think I'll be seeing any during the next couple of weeks.
Plockton (is designed by) is bathed in late afternoon sunshine. The 10 hour journey went without a hitch, much of the time being taken with renewing old acquaintances and chatting with new ones.
Whilst I haven't spotted any other Challengers in Plockton, Andrew and Rosemary were here to greet me with tea and cake, and there's the mouth watering prospect of a meal at Shores restaurant to come shortly.