We set forth from Warwick Castle towards Warrington, the general region the wedding was taking place. We stayed at the Ram's Head Inn, a venerable old place with a pub/restaurant on the first floor and rooms upstairs. Having a pub downstairs has obvious advantages, except having been on the road half a day, it'd be nice if everyone just shut up. Luckily, they don't stay open that late.
The next day was James and Louise's wedding, which was lovely apart from the fact that the wedding was twenty minutes away from where we were staying, and the reception was a further twenty minutes away from that. This would prove problematic later, when the navigator might have fallen asleep (some would say passed out) with the road map in hand, our intrepid designated driver Marnie left to her own defenses.
I awoke to the sound of a slamming car door, as Marnie entered the gas station to ask for directions. We stopped several times, but the insistance that our road was clearly signposted was clearly crap. Crossing a bridge, I recalled our stroll down the river near our hotel the day previous, and slurred at Marnie to "follow the water". Yahtzee! We were home, albeit an hour later than anticipated.
The next morning we left early to meet our friends Manisha and Farquar in Lockailort. They have a small house out in the middle of nowhere in the western Highlands of Scotland, and the snaking journey through the hills left me feeling a bit green. Unfortunately, if you're not inclined to clamber about the hills, there's not much to do in the highlands apart from eat, drink and talk. We did all three, to excess, will insufficient spells of sleep in between. It was at least warm enough to sit outside, where the fighter jets that train in the area simultaneously entertain and frazzle the nerves, screaming low between mountain ranges.
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