Thursday September 28th 2022
Next morning we saw the escaped sheep mooching around in the hotel car park not really up to much except the off bray now and then. We bade his farewell, pulled out and heading back to the M6 motorway to head north over the border into Scotland, not too far from famous Gretna Green. Earlier that morning we had looked at the map and reckoned we could easily make the town of Dunfermline about 20 minutes north of Edinburgh, but a little quieter, hopefully. We stopped on our way up the motorway which had now become the M74 as soon as left England, at a couple of motorway services for a snack and some drinks and a newspaper too. Boy, I used to miss readimg a daily paper back in England. It was a pretty much given for all truck drivers to sit and have their breakfasts while reading the morning paper. I sure missed that.
We headed along the M8 heading for Edinburgh then branched off onto the M90 that took us over the Forth Road Bridge into the county of Fife. You could also see the famous Forth Rail Bridge too which over the years has been painted in an anti-rust type red. More on that later. We press on observing the 40 MPH limit sign for more than 2 miles, as there was a wicked wind blowing right over the bridge. The limit left when we were over the bridge. We carried north to Dunfermline and if you tell the sat-nav the post code of where you are going, it will take you right to it via the easiest route. However, if you don’t use the post code and just type in Dunfermline, it will send you straight into the place via the straightest route. First time in, we went through the town center, all the road works and other fun stuff. Eventually, we found the Holiday Inn Express over on the right side of the road, right on a roundabout. Cool, that’ll do us.
Walked into the Holiday Inn. It was quite pleasant, clean and tidy and had a couple of nice young ladies that knew what they were doing. We didn’t know how long we would be staying here. I wanted to stay longer in Scotland mainly for Betty’s sake as she had never been there before except for an odd half-day trip. So we booked for one night only thinking we could go up to Inverness from here. There rest we left up in the air.
This has been part 10 of a series of posts highlighting the trip of a British ex-pat in the US when he returns to the UK for a vacation. He shares the experiences with us here on Mondays, Wednesdays, and Fridays for the next few weeks. I hope you will enjoy reading them as much as I have, and seeing the areas he (and his lovely wife) visit, through my friend David’s eyes. ~ Sherry
David invites you to visit his eBay store while you’re in the neighborhood!