Arran ist a beautiful island on the west coast of Scotland. It’s a 2-hour-drive from Edinburgh to get to the ferry, and around an hour on the ferry to actually get to the island. Or, to put it another way, Scotland is a quite small country and it’s easy to get from one side to the other. And I was lucky enough to have a lovely group of people to go there with.
Having brought lots and lots of food, we planned on staying at a camping site near Brodick. When we got to the island, it was pouring and some of us were sceptical already whether we would really make it into our tents properly dry. After a bit of an excursion we built up the first tent, and when it turned out to be „completely soaked“, we gave up and David managed to find a bunkhouse that had a room for ten people to stay in. (Summarizing this in three sentences feels so weird, since the actual process of finding the camping site – finding the site facilities on the gigantic camping site – building up a tent – tearing apart a tent – driving back – getting lost in the middle of all the fog – driving to the bunkhouse took at least 2 hours, probably significantly more). Anyway, we got there, it was nice and lovely and it had hot showers and heating and a sofa – all was fine again. The evening passed away with onesies, drinks, werewulves, missing people, barefoot walks through the pouring rain, excursions to the beach, and cookies, and turned out to be quite a bit too much for a few people, who subsequently decided not to join us for hiking the next day.