Bye, bye scotland ...

The campground we were at described itself as having a private beach. The truth was it backed out onto a mudbank. I have to say, I really understand why the English go crazy for Australian beaches.

Anyway, we headed off to Gretna in the morning with little fuss, other than that Christie's sniffles had developed into a gale.

After our morning coffee, we did a wee bit of shopping and then headed across the border into England for Carlisle.

Other than meeting a couple of loca cyclists on the way and having a chat, the days ride was fairly uneventful and unspectacular. We pulled into Carlisle and checked out train fares to London as we had both had enough of this weather and Christie really wasn't doing well with her cold. In the end, we procrastinated about booking tickets, and after Christie curled up into a miserable ball of cold misery on teh sidewalk, I went and found a nearby hotel and we booked ourselves into IBIS for the night so we could recover and decide what to do next.

Christie slept the afternoon away, while I checked out our options on the internet ... we ended up deciding nothing, but it was nice to have a huge double bed, a TV with 15 different channels (I drove Christie mad flicking between the men's Wimbelton final and a movie on the other channel) and a hot shower without a six minute timer.

We'll decide what to do tomorrow ....

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