On a grey, cold and rainy spring day I took the ferry from Ardrossan to Arran.
The isle of Arran, off the west coast of Scotland, is thought of as "Scotland in miniature": a small place, but replicating the general geography of Scotland at a smaller scale.
Ardrossan was run down. There was no foot way from the station to the ferry terminal. The ferry was slow. In the fog, Ardrossan slowly vanished and there was a brief point where Ardrossan couldn't be seen and Arran hadn't yet appeared. Arran appeared, and the ferry pulled into Brodick.