A slow start to our Scotland Adventure
06.07.2018 - 06.07.2018 -50 °C
Although we booked this trip some months ago, it wasn't until the very last minute (two days before departure to be exact), that we actually decided we were going to go. As many of you will know, my dad was very poorly recently, and we were unsure whether we were going to be able to get away at all.
Anyway, here we are, setting off for the long drive to Bonnie Scotland.
Apologies for the quality of today's photos, they are all taken with my mobile phone.
It doesn't start well. Just outside Birmingham we hit the first traffic jam. We see two fire engines, an ambulance and the Incident Manager go past. Oh dear, I hope it is not serious. At least we are just delayed, we are not involved in the 'incident'.
Without notice, the traffic starts to move again and within seconds we are up to normal speed, with no sign of the incident that slowed us to a stand-still in the first place. How very odd.
It doesn't last long, however, and soon we are slowing right down again. This is when motorbikes come into their own – we see the whole chapter of Satan's Slaves go past, some 50+ bikers, weaving their way in and out of the lines of slow-moving cars.
Leaving the M5 and joining the M42, we arrive into another stationary traffic jam.
Once we're on the M6, the story is the same – another load of slow moving traffic! There is one benefit: we may not be going anywhere fast, but at least we are getting in excess of 75 miles per gallon.
The plan was to come off the motorway to find a small, rural place to have a leisure lunch in the countryside, but as we are making such slow progress, we are concerned about the distance we still have to travel, so pull into a Motorway Service Station where we have a car-picnic in the car park. Not quite the same.
Without notice the Sat Nav decides to give up the ghost, forcing us to get out an old-fashioned map. Thankfully, the further north we go, the less traffic there is, and David is a master navigator anyway, with a non-rivalled memory for routes.
Premier Inn and Beefeater at Carlisle
Finally, after over eight hours on the road (the journey should have taken us 4½ hours), we eventually arrive at our overnight stop in Carlisle, where a very welcome drink awaits the driver.
I ask for a pint of Morgan's Spiced and Coke (four measures topped up with Diet Coke). It goes down well.
We both have fillet steak, mine with a salad and David's with chips.
I'll drink to that!
So much for being good and only having a salad with my steak: a churros sundae with a large Tia Maria isn't going to do my diet any good!
When it comes to paying, we are really pleased when the waitress lets us use a discount code from an out-of-date voucher that doesn't even include steaks! Double success!
Full of good food and drink, we retire to bed ready for another long drive tomorrow.