For possibly the first time in living memory I have more or less packed, two days in advance. Weather forecast looks pants, but I'm not too bothered, that's the nice thing about having done some German winter runs, a bit of British wind and rain doesn't strike me as too worrying in comparison.
I'll be sloping off to the garage to check over the CB500 later tonight, but it all seems ticketyboo.
Simon Morgan is due at my place late tomorrow afternoon and we have press-ganged him into joining a family curry night in honour of my brother's birthday. If he's lucky he might get to see my mum drunk. We'll aim to set off for Scotland after a restorative breakfast in my dad's caff on Friday morning.
Simon tells me he has GPS'd a route and it takes into accoutn some of the suggestions made here so the last leg of the trip should be blinding.
As an aside, my brother rang the pub at Tibbie Shieles to ask if they do food and they said yes, from midday on.
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