Sandwiched between two pubs, these appear to no longer be the headquarters of a North English Ale. Being 6am we weren't able to make any enquiries to the pubs, we had another international border to cross.
First leg of the bus journey today takes us up through the English Lake District. This is where a lot of older Brits bring their caravans on summer holidays. I can see why. Pretty little villages, nice lakes and laid back locals. We stopped at the village of Grasmere.
Nice village. One slight problem for a 22 year old though; the average age of locals and tourists appeared to be about 75. Tea and scones everywhere, only grey hair to be seen on the local bus and frame walkers everywhere. Don't take this the wrong way, please. But the overall feeling of this hamlet was one of a ritzy retirement village.
To the border! Goodbye England! Our fourth border crossing in three days took us to Scotland. We once again stopped, just over the border in the tiny village of Gretna Green.
In centuries gone by, this village was the place where young couples would escape England to take advantage of Scotland's more relaxed marriage laws. Now it's the home of ridiculously overpriced gift shops and a chapel where couples still tie the knot amongst a nice backdrop.
The last leg of today's journey brings us to Scotland's largest city and the host of the 2014 Commonwealth Games, Glasgow. Not the prettiest or grandest city by any stretch of the imagination. However you can feel Glasgow's charm by standing in the city square amongst the fine buildings and watch the locals succinctly go about their business.
The hotel is a little bit out of town, the bedroom is ok. Dinner was good and we had a couple of pints in the bar. A good day today. Not the best, but it was good.
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