Menoffagainorrhoea; That Travelling Urge

I managed to stay anchored to The Hutch for a full twelve days. I had a prodigious amount of photos to sort through, downsize and watermark, and then schedule all the posts you have read up to this point. Items were also moved from one room to another in the flat as more decluttering was attempted. There was also a little more adjustment and loading up in The Grey. 

During that time, I became aware of Nobby's intended participation in a dog agility competition at Brechin. Also, Aitch was looking for an adventure. Planning took place, and before I knew it, we were on the road again - woohoo!!!

The first day of driving was intense, but everything had come together in a short span, and there was a timetable for me to meet again. Leaving Dunoon, the weather was lowering. The sky was the colour of battleships, and the rain of the Scotch Mist variety obscured visibility. It remained that way almost until my first stop. After nearly three hours on the road, I needed to make lunch and opted to hook up with a charger while doing so—in Crieff town centre. Had a lovely chat with the traffic warden, who was admiring The Grey; maybe I should start charging for viewing sessions! It would cover the cost of parking at least. Even the warden was at a loss to understand why charging vehicles had to pay for parking at the same time. I'm not that bothered, as it's pretty cheap in most places, but there's no doubt that this cost ought to be included when I make my budget! 

After the allotted hour, it was only another ninety minutes to my chosen overnight parking spot in Friockheim (pronounced, I believe, as "frickhim" and is Doric Scots for 'pretty home' - which wouldn't be wrong!) Having only done a top-up charge at Crieff, Grey was now ready for a fuller charge, so we stopped first at The Hub, using the cafe before it closed and getting a decent power boost at a reasonable cost from one of their four charge towers. Then it was around to the park/playing grounds, where a very peaceful night was had and a pleasant morning, meeting dogs and their peeps.

Aitch arrived by train at Montrose station a little before 1230h, and it was only a half-hour drive for me, so it was a nice, easy morning. Once she was in the van, we headed over to the beach and the Traill Pavillion cafe.

We had a lovely lunch - very filling, in fact - and then wandered along the short promenade outside, looking across to the Scurdie Ness Lighthouse.

As you can see, the sun shone hard—and Aitch was without her shades! I was squinting even with shades on. We admired a piece of statuary depicting one of the men who trained for mine-sweeping ops during WW2 in Montrose.

Anyway, the point had caught our attention, so we decided to drive that way for the rest of the afternoon before getting Aitch to her bed and breakfast. On the way, we made an impromptu stop to pick up a geocache for Aitch and observe yet another attractive sculpture.

Read more about Bamse HERE. 

...TBC on Monday...