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Published: January 17th 2011
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Willesden, London, England to Glasgow, Scotland
Mum and Clare arrived on our fair shores at the start of July, 2009 - much to my excitement - and we had pre-organised a ten-day trip to Scotland and back, via the Lake District. Emma had done all the planning and researching of places to stay, I had typed up itineraries and email them out and re-jigged them when re-jigging needed to be done. All systems were go for our donder to Scotland (and the Lake District)!
We hired a car (a Vauxhall, in case you care), put in Viktor (what we named our Tom Tom - we needed a more personal way to address him when he got us lost, which he did!) and packed it full of snacks, clothes, bags and other paraphernalia ready for the eight-hour drive up to Scotland (still am amazed by the fact that in eight hours I can drive to another country! Doing that in Oz would only get me to Rockhampton!) - Emma driving, Viktor directing, Mum and Clare staring out the window and me, I had the most exciting job of all, I was looking at a road map of the UK and
telling everyone what we were passing ("There is a castle in that direction somewhere. You can't see it, but it is there.").
We made the mistake (?) of telling mum that the Wedgwood factory is near Stoke-on-Trent, which wasn't far off our path. So on the way we stopped in there. We thought, surely it will only be an hour, two tops. Wrong! About five hours, a trip through Wedgwood history and some scones and cream later we left. Don't get me wrong, it was quite interesting; we saw a lot of pottery from history and how Mr Wedgwood changed things and all that, Emma and Mum painted their own Wedgwood roses and we enjoyed making Mum happy. But after five hours of staring at pots my mind was numb and my face was blank - like half the faces on the pots I had been staring at. Thankfully we had packed a significant amount of hot chocolate/coffee and bread, ham and cheese to last a while, so we had lunch and drinks on the side of the road near a river.
We drove on, stopping every now and then to take photos of the beautiful scenery. Finally,
we made it to Scotland, after a few pit stops and managed to get to Glasgow. We arrived late-ish and were quite tired after a long day in the car, so parked the car and headed into the hotel. Emma and I headed to our room, only to find that it was a double double room - meaning it had two double beds (a massive room!). So we decided to push them together and make one ginormous bed. Mum and Clare had a room at the top of the hotel, with a "view" of sorts and two normal beds. It was a nice room except for the million steps up to it! We all slept well, dreaming of the adventures to come!
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