Another night, in our "cabin" – if you can even call it that. "Cosy" isn't the word I'd use; "claustrophobic" is probably more accurate, especially with two of us in there. When the lack of space dragged us awake at 4:30 AM, Malc was itching to get out and hit the public showers. His logic? Beat the rush of all the other sailors and campers. My logic? Five more minutes of cuddle time, please!
Eventually, practicality won. He made his escape around 5 AM, and I grudgingly followed suit shortly after. Now, let me be clear: I know some people absolutely adore the "roughing it" experience – camping, shared facilities, the whole shebang. I am not one of those people. The thought of communal showers usually fills me with a special kind of dread.
But credit where credit's due, we got lucky this morning. We had hot water! A small victory, perhaps, but a significant one when you hear that some of our fellow travellers weren't so fortunate. After three days without a proper shower, feeling fresh and clean was a luxury we all savoured.
Once everyone was fed, watered, and feeling human again, we set off. And what a difference a day makes! Gone were the grey skies and choppy waters. Instead, we were greeted with brilliant blue skies and calm, shimmering seas as we made our way towards the beautiful Isle of Canna. It seems even I can appreciate the beauty of the outdoors when I'm not fighting for elbow room or hot water!