I tried to take photies of Arran with a regular camera so I could show people back in Manchester but nothing really does the island justice. Distant objects (like a massive island) are thrown so far back they're innocuous.
I hate to descend to the level of Peeps describing what I did with mah Burrds in the old days but I spent a fantastic two days with the lovely Yvonne whilst she was over holidaying with her family.
We were teenagers and had no place (and very little money) of our own to get it on, but when her mum and dad booked their yearly trip to Arran, for once their nubile daughter didn't complain about how boring it was going to be. That's because I caught the ferry after them and we secretly spent the whole weekend together.
Mum and Dad were suitably impressed with how much Yvonne wanted to stay in her room reading, sometimes missing meals, or taking long walks on her own to appreciate the scenery.
I haven't taken the missus to Arran, but I have taken her to Wales, to Bangor.