Scotland the Brave!

You don't notice the border into Scotland (a bit like the border with Wales) as there isn't any discernable change. No flags or signs and no fiersome hairy legged kilt wearing Celts swearing at you in some incomprehensible tongue! You simply know that you are now in Whiskey country.

Across the border.

The GPS decided that it wasn't sure about Scotland and closed up shop on us for a few miles. Bit scary not knowing what road we needed to take and we hadn't bought a map as a backup. But we eventually sorted the system out and 'she' has behaved well ever since.

For our petrol headed sons our new friend Leon is made on a VW base by a Spanish company (we think). It has some weird features ... like turning off the motor when at a set of lights or roadworks, simply by putting it in neutral and releasing the clutch. Thankfully the engine starts as soon as you touch the clutch again.

Gt

Leon by SEAT

So we spent the day picking up our tickets to the games and wandering around Glasgow. The most frustrating time trying to find a non existent bus station in Airdrie where we are staying. The maps we got at the ticket place are like most tourist maps... bloody useless!!!!

Had a nice lunch in town before finding a local takeaway with THE most beautiful whiting and delightful pizza. A Shiraz completed the meal in the garden of the B and B we are staying at. Great people and making new friends.

Yummy!!!

Tardis arrives for the Games!

Anyway goodnight and God bless from Scotland ...those brave souls don't know we are here...yet!!!!