OK, it's 0600, got to shift and pack everything up. After coffee, of course... for some reason (which I can't see being alcohol related as I only had one) I felt a little hung over this morning, but it was probably due to lack of kip thru the night. It was a lot cooler, and as a reuslt the inside of the tent was soaking with condensation. Luckily though it hadn't come thru the inner skin, so I was dry until I stuck my head out and got a run of water down the back of my neck... and as for the
We got everything packed up, chucking the tents and chairs in the back of the support vehicle - this year it's Lottie's pick up - and got underway, heading as quickly as we could for Bridgwater and breakfast. There was another change to the run order, with car 9 coming between us in car 5 and Barry in car 6, so we could make sure they'd know where they were going. So the run order was now:
1, 2 and an Arfur, 10, 3, 4, 5, 9, 6, 7, 8, 11, 12, 14 and Lottie bringing up the rear as 15.
The big events of the first part of the day (Lynton/Lynmouth and Porlock Hill) arrived soon enough, with Carol and Michelle heading the wrong way in Lynton, and Team Undercover Teddy Bear having to pull over half way down Porlock Hill due to boiling brake fluid. They managed to catch up though once we got a little further, due to a silly old lady in a Micra doing her best to stay under 30. even in national speed limit areas...
Morrisons at Bridgwater was the breakfast stop, and we were here for an hour or so to tank up the cars as well as ourselves. We found out at this point that Jo has never slept in a tent before, so Moffat and Inverness should be interesting...
We headed north, through West Huntspill, intrigued by the number of sign posts to the "Secret World", and then it was on to a short run of the M5 north and on to a loo break at Chepstow services.
Over the old Severn crossing (£5.50 for cars) we caught some local CB users who were happy for us to stay on channel while we went through, and then on to the border roads - not the best place to be trying to write blog posts, as the car bounces all over the place 8-)
And so we meandered up the borders, getting a little lost in Herefortd, and as someone said, "getting a bit mixed up at the back".
Next stop, a loo and coffee break at Secret Hills in Craven Arms swhich is where Rich got Willy last year (!).
At this point, because Stacy and Barry were wandering around in the wilderness, Chris kidnapped Bug. For quite some time they were driving along, with Chris not all that keen on the choice of the music in Bug's head, but finding his new passenger entertaining whenever cow related things went by, particularly the "moo poo for sale". Of course the other half of Team Luna-tic wanted to be reunited, but it wouldn't happen for a few miles more.
And before we knew it, we'd got through large chunks of Cheshire, and after a trek up the motorway with the Golden Girls in tow, we arrived at the services. Apparently on arrival, Bug had asked how long we'd be staying as she could do with the loo. Seeing as this is the overnight stop...
Settling in to the room and a beer later, we're currently sat outside enjoying the weather, ready for leaving at 0700 tomorrow morning. At least it's a shorter, more relaxed day tomorrow, and we should be in Moffat for 3.
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