Ahh, another day in the trusty golden Volvo surrounded by beautiful scenery on our way to somewhere we’ve never been.
We grabbed the usual flat whites and tea in Oban which sustained us all morning as we blew through the very industrial looking Glasgow, out of Scotland and back into England.
Before we said farewell to the Highlands, at the behest of an old friend, we purchased and attempted to drink Scotland’s second most famous drink, Irn-Bru...as in Iron Brew. This carbonated drink sold in cans and bottles was first sold in Scotland in 1901 and I have no idea how they are still in business today.
Swill. Bubblegum-cough-syrup-flavored-swill. Worse than Moxie. Just awful.
We choked and gagged all the way to England. Well played, Russ, well played...
Around lunchtime, we landed in Carlisle, a city whose origins stretch to Roman times where Hadrian’s wall ran (and still runs) to the north of Old City.
Oddly enough, we found ourselves at the oldest pub in town, The King’s Head, and finally eradicated the lingering taste of Irn-Bru with Cumberland sausages, steak pies, peas, chips, and suds.
After exploring the Carlisle Cathedral, we made our way to the Airbnb in a residential area a few miles away.
Making the very tight turn into our new home, Steven drove exquisitely up. and. over. the. stone. curb. Then, oh and then, not being able to clear the turn without a wall-check, he gallantly backed up to adjust and there we went, flying off the same curb.
Our teeth rattled. 8-6! A two-curb lead.
Needing a slow evening, we sprawled out in the living room and watched a couple hours of Seinfeld before finding some Chinese takeout and enjoying it in front of tube with the cast of Downton Abbey.
Comfort food all around.
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