July 25, 2007

Goin' Up In The World...

On Saturday morning we left for a dirty weekend in Wick. I drove the first hundred miles, popped the brake in Inverness, and then the wife took over the reins for the final hundred. We had dinner that evening in Mackays Hotel which is on the shortest street in the world - Ebenezer Place. Honestly, ask the Guinness Book of Records. It’s not much longer than I am.

We then took a jaunt out to John o’ Groats. We had already driven two hundred and ten miles; another sixteen was nothing. And that wooden sign with the arrow pointing to Lands End? Private property. Yeah, that’s right. You can’t just walk up to it and get your mugshot taken. Somebody has to actually get the sign and plant it, and then you’re charged seven quid for the privilege. Capitalism, eh?

Fortunately there is a fake replica sign painted on a wall which is free, and in the true Scottish tradition I didn’t let that opportunity pass by.


Cellophane Queen said...

Hi Bryan. Thanks for stopping by my blog. Nice to hear from you again.

I've got you linked on my regular website. That darned blog is getting too filed up with the index. Maybe I should drop that an add to my links.

Anonymous said...

Wick is a great place, been there a few times. I seem to have lost you from my msn - I have a new addy. If you ever want to chat, email your msn address to horroruk@gmail.com


Cav said...

Ah, I'd love to get back to that part of the world again.
...Just so I can go in and abuse the #%$!heads at Inverness Hertz renta-a-car for their fuel rort. Bastards.

Brian G Ross said...

Fortunately Steve, I didn't have to rent a car. Havin' just passed my test this year I'm enjoyin' the experience of drivin' - although I sometimes don't think the wife enjoys me drivin'... I reckon it's taken a few years off her life already!