So we’ve made it from the motel, Â through a grey Blackpool and the Fylde coast; escaped the one-way system in Lancaster; driven up the A6 and arrived at the usual purveyors of morning fayre. There’s a certain amount of debate over whether or not we followed the correct route after being delayed by traffic lights and a transport ambulance who’s driver appeared not to understand the use of the loud pedal. We think we did. Â Others differ in opinion. Still, we got to the right place first and didn’t get stuck in roadworks – though we did have to follow a tractor for a few miles.
Gretna Green later – and maybe an impromptu wedding (more on that in the next update).
