Jo and I drove up to Scotland. We dropped on in on the World’s Friendliest Caravan Park to find it wasn’t. Had to laugh. We stayed in bed and breakfasts on the way. We dropped in to Findhorn and I basically had a coffee met some people there. I didn’t even walk around. I live so in the moment. I see the world as Findhorn funnily enough. We headed north to John O’Groats to catch a ferry to the Orkney Islands. It was a wonderful drive, rolling mountains and fresh air.