The traffic has been quite bearable, only two awkward moments, both involving trucks that wouldn’t slow down. I’m so not impressed with drivers in a tearing hurry. Better to be like us, with the window wound down so we can take photos of the countryside and point out alpacas, Shetland ponies, coloured sheep and Belted Galloway cattle.
We have been hopping from McCafe to McCafe, but desperation drove us to sample truckstop coffee. It smelt like sausages, tasted of biscuits and had a curious whiff of nail polish remover at the end. I don’t think we’ll try that again.
Internet access is sporadic in the country; I will compose blogs each night, and post them when I can.