Right Marge, let's roll. The sun was shining and we were looking forward to arriving in Scotland around early afternoon. Our destination, the forever reliable castle corner campsite (although no longer a campsite, just a stop over site under the trees), near to a fantastic ruined castle with views across the Solway Firth.
The site is
popular as it is near to the border and has water and a toilet disposal point.
It's the little things in life that matter.
Our drive took us
through the Lake District, the views a dangerous distraction when driving.
Shadows from chasing clouds scurried across the mountains causing the landscape
to constantly change. Stunning. We were in Cumbria now, where it seems ladies,
tights cause a problem at service areas. 'Please do not flush your tights down
the toilet'. And it was not just tights, the list of don'ts was eight items
long!
Early afternoon Marge
crossed the border. We have been excited about coming back to Scotland. We
usually visit in September, so were looking forward to seeing the area in the
spring. A carpet of bright yellow celandines greeted us accompanied by a
cluster of violet blue bluebells, who nodded to us as we passed by.
Beautiful.
The gods have smiled on
us since we left Poole. Fairly good weather, no traffic congestion (a first),
but now, you've guessed it, heavy rain. Well, we've said it before, and we'll
have to say it again, you don't come to Scotland for the weather. Let's hope
it's an improving picture Marge.
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