We woke up on a dry Monday morning, our last day at Nairn. We had a long drive in front of us. Ruby went for a quick walk in the forest and after a Bacon bap breakfast we packed everything away, drained the waste water, topped up the fresh water then set off towards Inverness looking for the Morrisons supermarket to buy food & diesel.
Our journey south took on the A9 past Aviemore and the Cairngorns. Eventually bringing us to the Forth road bridge. The traffic is always slow on the bridge, but it allows you time to take on board the views.
Once we were across I turned off the main road and headed for Queensferry, a small town situated below the Forth Rail bridge. A short drive along the High street lead us to a car park shadowed by the magnicent bridge.
I was revisiting my past. This was a sight I remember from my childhood. Back in the 60’s my Father had converted a Ford Thames Trader 15cwt van into a caravanette as they were known then and I remember sitting in it looking up at the road & rail bridges eating Fish & Chips in this exact spot.
Although this photo isn’t of Dad’s Thames Caravanette it is virtually identical right down to the colour and the round side window. I remember helping him when I could and I held that window in place as he pulled the string out from around the rubber seal to fit it with the black mastic squeezing out.
Puffin has been proudly travelling around Scotland displaying a West County Explorers Club sticker/decal kindly supplied by Nik Schulz from Western Sonoma County, California.
We didn’t stop for long, only enough time to take some photos and we were on the move again.
We travelled down towards Edinburgh. We decided not to visit the city as beautiful as it is. We had previously visited and realised that you needed to be dog less to able to appreciated the cafes & attractions of Edinburgh. It will keep for a future visit.
Our old sat nav with it’s out of date maps didn’t recognise the road system that swept around Edinburgh, so we managed to take a wrong turn. A quick U turn and we were on course again and heading for a choice of two camp sites for the night both situated along the A68. Lauder C & C Club site and Jedburgh C & C Club site.
I stopped and phoned the Lauder site and they had a pitch available. It was getting late and we needed to stop, so we reserved it and rolled up a half hour later. The long drive had taken it’s toll and we went to bed early after a light supper.