Day 11: Lochranza (back) to Glasgow

Oh what to do? A night of countless bathroom trips for the whole variety of reasons. Woke up feeling positively dreadfull, one minute shaking with chills the next sweating like really sweaty thing. Cycling the alloted 105 miles to Fort William was out of the question so John sorted a taxi to the island hospital where they confirmed a urinary infection 'off the scale'. Ah, that explains it then. Sent on my way with a load of antibiotics and orders to do nothing and I should be ok again in 4 or 5 days. Hmm, this could be awkward. A couple of phone calls later and we'd made arrangements to stay with friends in Glasgow, Ann and Michael. I couldn't get there soon enough. Half a bowl of soup and tucked up in front of Britain's Got Talent wondering what happens now...