Sad Eyed Lady of the (Scottish) Lowlands

Dint see her. Saw a lot of cars though. Roadwalking again mostly today from east Glasgow south to Lanark. Twenty five miles it turned out to be. Knackered me. Sorry….Knackered, me. Anyway I went to bed early in ma tent last night. I couldn’t work out the signage in the bog, which was very clean, although I didn’t test the showers. Too tired. Anyway the sign was bizarre.

Now I know what urinals are, and toilets, but what’s a bottom toilet? 

The tent was nestled up by a tall hedge, but the ground was rock hard and I don’t carry a mattress. So I slept badly. I had my tea before I got down.

Don’t listen to the Maccabees’ album Given to the Wild, in a tent, without your teeth in or this might happen to you.

I got up at ten past seven this morning and left the site at eight. It was a dry morning, although it was a bit chilly in the night. The first section was across woodland and then threading through the streets of east Glasgow to find the shortest route to Lanark.

The route cut south to Hamilton and then up the Clyde Valley to Lanark. It was a busy road through as it cuts down by the M74, the main route to England. I had breakfast in a Greggs and for four quid got two nice breakfast rolls and two large cups of tea. Bargain. Rain and thunderstorms were forecast but incredibly they blew across either side of me and missed. By three in the afternoon I was done in with the rucksack and the humid day, and still had nine miles to go. The road threaded over the winding Clyde.

This is a seriously posh part of Scotland.

Eventually I rolled into Lanark at quarter past seven in the evening on my 63rd birthday. Buggered. Over the bridge and up a very long hill. 

I treated myself to a curry and I’m in bed, about to switch out the light at quarter past ten. A long day but I’m staying in a B&B and am looking forward to a full Scottish breakfast at 8.30 with black pudding and haggis. Beam me up Scotty I must be in heaven.

Night night.