We travelled south-west from Edinburgh over the A702, a beautiful drive skirting south of the Pentland Hills, scene of a rising some years back, when killing fellow humans over arcane religious minutiae seemed like a good idea...
One of my bosses is a Coulter, from Ireland. But here I am in the Scottish Lowlands. There has got to be an interesting story to tell, perhaps involving cattle thievery, or worse?
Not far beyond Coulter, we hit the M74 at Abington. Some of us were hungry, and there was a Welcome Break there. I am sorry to report that my childrens' first ever experience with Burger King happened on this day, right there.
Alas, we now leave lovely Alba behind. Farewell...
Penrith, just a bit south of Carlisle, is the northern gateway to the Lake District, and a pretty little town.
These vanished from the US ten years ago or more.
We had a wonderful dinner here at an amusingly-named Indian restaurant.
