We sit chatting until we’re joined by the others. After a lazy start to the morning, we set off for the coast sometime before 11 a.m.
Traffic is sparse, allowing us to make quick progress and soon we’re powering down the M77. Clyde1 is set on the radio and, with road noise making any lyrics indistinguishable, all we can hear is a steady thump, thump from the speakers.
“Do you mind if I switch this off? It’s giving me a headache,” I ask Jenny.
She glances across at me. “On you go. I’d only put it on to hear if there were any traffic warnings. Are you feeling okay? You’re looking a bit pale.”
I flip down the sun shield to look in the courtesy mirror. Jenny’s correct. My skin looks pale and my attempts to disguise the dark rings around my eyes haven’t been too successful, not now that I c
