The second stay in the hotel at Doune ended with another
excellent breakfast served by another extremely attractive waitress - or maybe
I’m just getting old – yes, I expect that’s it.
As we were leaving a flock of old bikes chugged into the
hotel car park, causing a certain amount of distraction for the assembled
blatters & while chats were going on, one of our number found that the
route for the day wasn’t in his satnav “no problem” I volunteered “I have all
the routes on my laptop & I have a lead”, so I unpacked the car to reach
the laptop & found the route as requested & loaded it to his satnav
& then we set off.
The Forth Bridge was as impressive as ever, in a previous
life (previous marriage) I’d spent a lot of time in North Queensferry (where
the bridge comes ashore at the northern end) as my then in-laws lived not far
away, in fact I’d already passed through the village where my first wife
currently lives (keeping my head down) & had a plan to photograph the Fury
outside the ex-inlaws distinctive gates just for the devilment of it – but the
gates were open & I chickened out.
Having taken my photos, my plan was to catch the others, a
plan not helped by missing an exit off the M9, but I carried on heading for the
English / Scots border, where I stopped for another photo or two & saw a
man in a kilt – the only one on the whole trip, he was playing the bagpipes
though.
I knew the others would be stopping for fuel every 100 miles
or so & also for coffee breaks, fuelling six cars usually takes a while, I
stopped just the once in three minutes flat , so I was confident I was gaining &
sure enough I found them in a petrol station, so we re-grouped & headed
out. We were soon climbing into moorland & came across what was described
by one of our number as a “tractor blatt”, no fewer than 31 vintage tractors in
a line, miles from anywhere – wherever they were going, it was going to take
them a LONG time.
So at last we descended into Bridlington, a town – and indeed
a B&B we’ve visited on a previous road trip, but before wrapping the cars for
the night, I trundled mine down to the sea front for a photograph of the LAST coast
(east), then we headed out in search of food. The choice of the majority was
curry – I don’t do curry & besides, we were at the seaside, so for me it HAD
to be fish & chips on the promenade
No comments:
Post a Comment