Scotland '15: The Journey That Almost Never Was

So we've made it. I'm sat writing this blog in our B&B (in fact in the same room as last year!), with the rain hammering at the window. Oh yeah, it's awful up here.

We decided to take an overnight drive up this year to avoid traffic and give us an extra day up in Scotland. The plan was to leave between 8 and 9, take our leisurely time and arrive about 10 in the morning for check in. In the end what we had was a proper journey from hell. Between having to deal with an angry Irish woman in a petrol station on the Edgewere Road to driving down the snowiest road either Charlie or I had ever seen in a zero-visibility blizzard and the Burger King in every service station we pulled into being closed. It was terrible.

The roads the morning after we drove in. This is orders of magnitude better to what
we had on the way in.

We ended up bashing it out in under 11 hours, and being incredibly early. We took a drive over to Fort William for breakfast, but pretty much as soon as we pulled into Morrison's car park we both passed out for an hour, in less than comfortable positions that left us with what feel like permanent cricks in both our necks. But we got McDonald's breakfast afterwards, so there's always a silver lining.

To be fair, 11 hours straight would do this to anyone

Anyway, here we are now. Conditions are terrible so we're just keeping it chill until tomorrow morning, although we did get the terrible news that the pub over the road has closed, so our normal drinking/eating haunt has gone. And that's the worst news.