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After our breakfast we had to take down the tent, as we were sleeping at another camping spot along the road to Muasdale that night. The morning started off well, with a nice and friendly, if a bitty shy sun shining down on us, and with everybody helping it wasn't long before we took to the road.
Irma of course was sitting very comfy in the front, as she proclaimed that she was already feeling naucious just thinking about the small winding roads that we had to drive on. I knew of course that she really suffers driving in the back, but darn it, so did I, although not from car sickness!
I had one of the teacloths sprayed with Kristani's underarm spray knotted tightly around my face, with just my eyes peeping out, and of course again covered in an old duvet cover, as it was again my lot to take care of Benny. I suggested we look for a shop where we would be able to buy some fresh ginger to stop Benny from wretching all the time, poor mite, and of course poor me, having to sit and bear the breath from hell, as I of course had nowhere to run. By mid morning the day was not too good any more, but I was able to look upon this as a small mishap, as we did find some ginger for Irma and Benny. Liz chewed the stuff to a pulp, and with me holding open the squirming wee dog's mouth the stuff was force fed to him, while Irma, very glad for some relieve from her car sickness waschewing away with gusto! I think I was by far the most thankfull for the ginger, as miraculously, Benny stopped wretching so badly after a while, and I sent up a small prayer when he at last stopped scratching the front seat's back, and lay down. Irma also lost a bit of her pasty colour, and so we had quite a nice day, driving from village to village, visiting some more beaches, with a lovely light lunch at a cozy wee cafe at Glenbarr. Then, after buying some meat and salad stuff for dinner, we proceeded to Muasdale to look for our camping spot.
The rain was by now coming down in buckets, and the wind was howling like a thing gone crazy, sending the seawater from the waves high up into the sky racing like mad along the beach, blowing the meagre vegetation flat as pancakes on the wet sand.
It did not look good, and Liz, after giving the scene a quick gaze, poured herself a big red, and sat down in the little open lean-to that served as a kitchenette, where cooking could also be done, as usually it is just for washing up. We put the kettle on, an had a nice and warm cuppa, then we all huddled into the small space from where we watched the elements doing some pretty awesome things, and our spirits just sagged and sagged! Liz had her second cup of red, and looked the happiest of us all!