Dunmallard Hill

Up and out ready to set off to the Ferryport no later than 9.45am. We were sailing at 11.30am, and had to arrive 1 hour before and according to Paul it was a 20 minute trip from the Campsite to the port. We had a lengthy discussion the evening prior regarding set off time. Paul wanted to set off earlier, and I was having none of it ❎️We had all the what if this, what if that, blah, blah..... What if NOTHING happens we will be there early 🤷‍♀️. As you know, I don't do early 😉.
We were ready to go about 9.55, and the next minute, Paul had a mini meltdown. He has put the directions in the Sat Nav, and it says 55 minutes to get to the Port 🫢!! So he is scrambling around like someone possessed, with a stiff neck (he had slept funny). Off we set and directions are taking us to places where no roads actually exist. Now I know Paul well enough by now to know he doesn't do well in these situations. I, on the other hand, it is one of my strengths, and I am able to remain calm 🧘‍♀️😆.
We are going round in circles, with Paul shouting, "I DON'T KNOW WHAT TO DO." Meanwhile, I am asking him to calm down and explain to him (but he is not listening) that the campsite is actually under the main road and the map doesn't recognise this. I also put the directions on my phone (it's showing a 20-minute journey 🤔). Paul thinks his phone is broken!!! 😂😂😂. I check his maps, and he has the directions on cycle 🚲 😳 so the bloody thing is trying to take us down the cycle path😬😬. Normal Paul quickly resumes getting us safe and calmly to the port by 10.20am (early, I might add 😜).
Next stop, Cairnryan, Scotland 🏴󠁧󠁢󠁳󠁣󠁴󠁿.
Paul didn't want to do the 4 hour drive straight home, so we decided to drag it out for another day and stay over for the night on Ullswater, Pooley Bridge 🫶Read more