The Plough Hotel
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- Free High-Speed Internet
- Free parking
- Pets allowed
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... Fleece and stole two black sheep beer beer mats. Faster drive back and through the tunnel for the third time. Dinner of Mongolian hotspot in the flat. That's should be good for getting smell of damp out of the flat. Tomorrow we try again to make it to ...
Just stayed on the A1 for hours on end until we broke the journey up in Northumberland. We had been driving in torrential rain for miles, making Bill very reluctant to divert from his driving mission. However, as if by magic, the sun appeared over Bamburgh and we had a wonderful windy time on the golden, moving sands against the beautiful castle backdrop. Finished off by a pot of tea and cake in the warm. The runny noses started here and they are yet to stop ...
... Cafe but we won't because Kate and John are somewhere on route to join us and we must be there for their arrival.
Finally, we go to the bus stop to meet them in this tiny flea speck of a village, Kirk Yetholm, and are disappointed when the 4.35 bus arrives and they are not on it. Hardly surprising perhaps you may think that they set out from Stockholm around 3.45 am and have had to pass through Heathrow and ...
... make for happy tummies!) Debby, by the way, had scrambled eggs which were also okay.
By 9 o'clock, fortified and full of the joy that springs from knowing that everything is well in the breakfast world, we walking on a small road out of Morebattle contemplating our first significant hills for a while. Today we have only about 10 kms or so to go to Kirk Yetholm, but we tackle three peaks along the way. These peaks looming ahead of ...
... it must have seemed when it was abandoned.
C from northern Afghanistan joined us for Hadrian's Wall with her sister R. Odd how all these Afghanistan friends suddenly saw fit to join us on the PW, the toughest stretch of our trip... We had dinner together in Haltwhistle, a town which fervently declares itself the geographical centre of Britain - a reminder of how far we ...