With the cars stripped of luggage, we headed out, but the first question was "which way?" SatNavs know where you are, but not which way you're pointing, Linda went left, everyone else went right. There was some radio chatter on a theme of "Linda's pointing the other way, we must all have it wrong", at which point Linda turned round & a little male pride was restored. However, at the end of the high street, the SatNavs sent us back the other way (left from the hotel).
We set off along one of the "B" roads that run parallel to the motorway, in days past this was the main road to Glasgow, so it's wide, smooth, sweeping & empty - apart from two couples walking along it, miles from anywhere. It's Scotland, there are much nicer places to walk than in between two major roads.
Before long we rolled into Canonbie & it all went a bit wrong. It started well enough, with two MkII Escorts coming out of town towards us, but vey soon I thought I'd missed a turning, so went back, only to find the SatNav telling me to turn round again. Brian turned round & sped off in the direction the Escorts had gone, the rest of us followed the SatNav up a steep road, only to be told to turn round again. Research since I got home suggests we entered Canonbie from the wrong direction, but looking at the route I can't see how the SatNavs did it. Anyway, we all got back in a line & headed out of town.
While all this was going on, we'd seen a couple of old Porsches & a TVR, so there was an event on somewhere & we quickly came up behind a WRC liveried Subaru going very slowly, we followed it for miles doing 35 - 40 on a 60 limit road until we all entered Newcastleton, which is a long thin village with an interminable 20 limit. The Scooby was doing 12-15mph, so I overtook it on the high street, never exceeding 20 & soon after that it pulled in to let the rest past.
Next was the ever popular B6399 up to Hawick (the "Hoik" in the title) it's a lovely road & not long re-surfaced & here we caught up with Brian. Heading south again, I rounded a corner on a narrow lane to be faced with a HUGE tractor, with HUGE tyres, pulling a HUGE trailer. I was able to pull into an entrance to let it past, I radioed a message out, but apparently chaos reigned behind me.
The next remarkable thing was another enormous tractor rumbling along a twisty A road, never dropping below 40 considerably faster than the WRX Subaru, it was both hilarious & scary to watch.
Then there was a trip up on to the moors - lovely road again, but the blue sky vanished, to be replaced by ominous clouds. We were following two very slow bikers when the hail started, they wanted to go slower, but stuck to the middle of the road, I wanted to go faster as I was taking hits from hailstones the size of marbles. I managed to overtake one of them & soon after that three of us turned left & followed the SatNav's instructions along a narrow twisty road which appeared to go through a farm yard, at which point a Mustang & Porsche from Belgium appeared round a blind corner "at speed".Having disentangled ourselves from that, the road passed through a field & with a gate across it, we waited a while for the others, but as they didn't didn’t appear we went on & arrived at the very quaint Simonburn Tea Room just after them. They had got there by an entirely different route.
The next part is a bit of a blur I'm afraid, but with all the excitement so far, having nothing memorable happen was probably a good thing. I do remember having more SavNav trouble with the route I'd plotted along a dual carriageway, off at a roundabout, then through Hexam to re-join the dual carriageway in the other direction.Firstly I saw the blue line going both ways along the D-C, but missed seeing it go into the petrol station, so had to double back, then as you may have guessed, the SatNavs took us not through Hexham, but along the D-C & into Hexam from the other direction with "hilarious consequences". The worst part was being told that this all happened last year as well.After what seemed like not very long at all, we rolled into "The Nook" café, I arrived a little before the others & was able to leap out & take some "arrival pics".As we left The Nook, the sky was pretty dark in one direction & only a mile down the road, there was proper surface water, so we'd just missed a downpour
Eventually the route turned & came into Lockerbie, by which time the sun had gone away & it hailed again while I was stuck at traffic lights, but shortly after a petrol station provided a canopy, but did we put the roofs up for the last run for the hotel? Of course not, so we got wet in a shower after a mile, but after 2 miles it was dry at the hotel. That evening old SKCCer "Beefy & his son James arrived to join us for tea.
























