Day 19 Going Home

Morning, fortunately sunny, is spent in Paisley dicing accumulated excess baggage.
My best boots now lie in a landfill in Scotland 'cos they wouldn't fit in the case!




After returning the car to the Airport I check in
and begin the numbness of the 40 hour journey home via Heathrow and Singapore.

The postcript will contain the "lists" - highlights, lowlights and impressions.

Leaving Scotland I definitely feel a part of me is Scottish. Even more than that, I think I hope the English part of me has diminished.
I guess I won't find out until I spend a bit more time in England, but that won't be for years.