Woke up, went for a shower (might as well get my money’s worth while paying to stay at a campsite), and them promptly got soaked by horizontal rain while walking back to the tent. So, now all my clothes are damp. I start to wonder when they’ll get a chance to dry out. The weather forecast hasn’t been particularly inspiring. Moz had booked a boat trip out to Staffa and we’re wondering if it’s still worth going give the gray gray weather. After some umming and ahhing, we decide that we might as well cycle into Fionnport to get something to eat, and we can decide about the boat trip, and more generally, what to do all day if it’s going to constantly rain, later.