I’m sitting in a hot pub garden in the Somerset levels, campervan parked for the night, drinking a second OK pint in an hour while Slade sing “Cum on feel the noize” (sic. As the kidz say).
I promised you an update and here it is.
With the Crown in Catcott ticked I need 39 more ticks. My final pub is unlikely to be in Wales. Or England.
I’m Mr 99%+. It feels good, but scary.
22 of those are in northern Scotland. It would be easier to get to Chicago than Claddach Kirkibost.
Will the ferries run ?
Will there be any food in Stornoway ?
Will the pubs even be open, despite me phoning ahead.