The moors remind me of a Monty Python Holy Grail scene.
"Son, one day all this will be yours."
"But I don't want a swamp, Dad."
We don't exit the bus as it drives onto a smaller ferry than the first. Only a few of us go topside. We drive off when we reach the other side. After driving several more miles, the bus drives onto an even smaller ferry. We can't even get out. Before we board this last ferry. Pat and Marty asks if I have a charger. It turns out that they are the ones who British Airways had lost their luggage. My 20D was the wrong size but my point and shoot Canon worked fine.
