On to day two then. We packed our bags & headed out of Snaith in a northerly direction, but we hadn't had breakfast, because I had arranged for us to call in at "The Motorist" where there was an Italian car day going on.
After a certain amount of confusion we got our pre-paid baps & wandered round the shop & then the parking area outside.
Our cars attracted some attention in spite of not being Italian in any way, there were some interesting things in the car park - & there were some supercars. Sorry, I just don't see the point in them.
As my girlfriend was getting out of her car she was pounced upon by someone saying he was building a formula 27 se7en with 350bhp. Good luck with that sir. Maybe don't take it out in the rain?
After an hour or so wandering we vacated our allocated parking area - to the relief of the man trying to get more supercars parked up on tarmac rather than grass. We were soon up on the moors with little traffic to impede our progress, we dropped into a town called Blubberhouses & up the other side of the valley & we drove (OK some of us did) into "MacKenzies Farm Shop & Cafe" which was closed.
Boarded up closed.
So off we went again & found refreshment in the very nice Toft Gate Barn farm shop. We called in here last year when it was LASHING WITH RAIN.
Today we had better weather, with views for miles. After a coffee & excellent cake we set off in the blazing sunshine for a fair distance before calling in for another culinary stop-over. This time in the Brymor Ice Cream Parlour, which was lovely, my girlfriend couldn't resist the Black Sheep Beer ice cream & gave very favourable reports. As I parked up a guy appeared, pointed at my car & said "what's this underneath then?" I was a little insulted by this, but when he walked off & got in a Ferrari I realised I'd missed the opportunity to ask him what bodykit he had on his MR2.
Refreshed (again) we headed off across some of the highest moorland in England, the weather was sublime, the roads were excellent & the traffic was sparse. After another hour or so we called into "The Nook" for a natural break & a coffee, we passed through Slaggyford, skirted Carlisle & arrived in Annan for the final fuel stop of the day. At this point I called the Ecclefeckan Hotel as the proprietor had asked if he could film us arriving for a facebook post & then just ten minutes later we rolled into the bustling metropolis that is Ecclefechan.
Having got the cars parked, unloaded & covered over, we repaired to the bar for beer, an excellent meal & then went upstairs to avoid the karaoke. Unfortunately this was easier for some of us than for others & Roger - who always seems to get the rough end of the hotel stick - had the room directly above. It seems the karaoke is something of a tradition (there's not a lot else to do in Ecclefeckan), but the hotelier had it canned by 11:15, so it wasn't too bad & Roger's sleep wasn't interrupted from then on.
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