I’ll give you a pub by pub account of our progress towards GBG completion, and leave the 200 pubs in July and August till later. Sorry if you were waiting on that Scilly report.
Yesterday (was it Friday ?) was stressful. The campervan needed new tyres and a leaky shaft (whatever that is) fixed.
So our planned Wednesday night departure from Sheffield became 13:15 on Friday, where we hit the traffic at Leeds Festival and Barnard Castle.
I’d targeted three (3) ticks in Fort William, Arisaig and Mallaig before a crossing to Uist this morning (just seen dolphins!) and allowed Mrs RM the luxury of a night in a Mallaig Hotel.
Check-in by 22:30 ? Fine, I thought, until at Gretna I realised with horror there was still 4 hours drive to go.
Would we arrive in time to get a room key ?
More importantly, would the pubs be open ?
Cue Mrs RM coming into her own, checking Facebook and phoning up the Alisaig and Mallaig places.
“Scuse me, when are last orders?”
“About a quarter to one“
Blimey, none of that “When the last diner leaves” nonsense.
Still, Mrs RM made me jump out at the remote Arisaig Hotel for a quick half of Happy Chappie in a vibrant bar hosting a folk evening.
More of that, and the roads, in months to come.
2 down, 1 more would follow that night leaving nnnnn nineteen to go, as Paul Hardcastle memorably sang.