Elvandale, Dunhead, Midlothian, Scotland

This morning we packed up in the rain, and set off in the same, with no respite until we crossed the border into Scotland at  Coldstream, the road travelled in reverse a few days ago. There the rain become more patchy. We continued on north west on the A697 which merged onto the A68 heading across the Lauderdale, the Lammermuir Hills and over the Moorfoot Hill until we came down within view of Scotland’s capital, Edinburgh. We turned onto the A720, the ring road that sweeps around the south of the city then turned onto the A701, soon turning again onto the road on which we are camped.

We had paused for lunch, or rather a good old read of the Saturday newspaper finished with lunch, just before we crossed the border, so we arrived at our first Scottish camp soon after 1 pm. Our elderly host tottered out in response to the door bell, still swallowing his last mouthful of tea; we had interrupted their lunch. He directed us to the little camping field behind the house and we were soon set up in the fifth and last site, all in time to watch most of the final of the Women’s Final at Wimbledon. This made for a Happy Husband although it would make for an even happier one if we were to hang about tomorrow and see the Men’s Final from beginning to end. Alas we have too much to see here to linger about the television set, however I have planned a shorter tour for Sunday which should have us back in front of the goggle box at least half way through the grand finale.