Tartan AtttackPosted: August 3, 2014
We hit Middlewich hard, emptying shelves, lugging back as much as we could carry…three times over. Having just spent a week in a yurt we may have a shocked bunch to deal with so the gin is in the fridge and the pretzels are ready (Daisy).
Other than shopping we motored on up the Trent and Mersey, a busy afternoon with some interesting boat collisions making a chaotic mix of friendly boaters along with a few irate ones too. Just over a mile out from the agreed meeting point we sit, waiting to move into position when daylight comes. The all important sat nav post code has been sent, no going back now – Saltires flying, the black wagon is heading down the M6, a kilted Swiss crew are on the road.