it to be like. Did it matter? We’ve enjoyed the previous week’s activities so we’ll probably enjoy this week’s activities too. So I guess its sit back and enjoy the ride, so to speak. Indeed, Marc agreed, it just depends on who’s doing the riding!

 

Within a few minutes the coaches pulled away and started our long journey northwards to Scotland. You won’t be surprised to hear that the journey was tedious to say the least, six hours on the road with a couple of convenience breaks. For a while the six of us sat and chatted but the conversations naturally died out after about an hour and before long I was drifting off to sleep for most of the journey, using Marc’s beefy shoulder for a pillow. Whenever I stirred I could feel his hand resting on my thigh, slowly caressing it. Smiling to myself I would drift off again.