Good evening from the less-than-sunny Isle of Arran, where I've just got stranded AGAIN. It wasn't even my fault this time - it was physically impossible to get back, because the ferry is apparently stuck in Gourock or some such semi-mythical location. Mind you, I probably should have realised that "sunny and warm" on the BBC weather forecast last night was code for "thick, impenetrable fog". Schoolboy error. For a while I thought I was going to be sleeping on the streets, because most of the hotels and guest houses in Brodick seem to be full.
I'll have to save my phone charge, so amuse yourselves if a poll comes out overnight. By the way, on the train this morning I overheard the most extreme example of anti-Scottish bigotry I've ever encountered - perhaps more on that tomorrow.