Carter Bar to Newcastleton
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Don't tell anybody but what a sublime drive this is. Drove it yesterday in Caterham , hardly saw a car, smooth, twisty and fast . On one of the rare occasions when I encountered human life - it is very quiet - I was given a round of applause by a bunch of teenage girls as I accelerated ..err....briskly out of their village .
On one S2000 meet/hoon c 10 years ago we went looking for somewhere for a quick bite to eat in Newcastleton, and followed a sign to a cafe off the main street, as a plate of egg and chips etc sounded just the job.
We parked up and went to the door of what purported to be the cafe and were directed into what can only really be described as someone's front room. The décor was Coronation Street 1970's style.
From memory the egg and chips was perfectly fine, but a little unnerving to be sitting eating it at someone's dining table as the (presumably) owners sat on a couch several yards away in front of the fire reading and chatting.
Another time, when leaving Newcastleton on the wee road over the hill to Langholm we came around a corner to find half the town camped up beside and across the road involved in some kind of mass participation country sporting pursuit that did not seem to involve Range Rovers and tweed. We didn't hang around long enough to clarify if it was ferreting or a pagan ritual.
We parked up and went to the door of what purported to be the cafe and were directed into what can only really be described as someone's front room. The décor was Coronation Street 1970's style.
From memory the egg and chips was perfectly fine, but a little unnerving to be sitting eating it at someone's dining table as the (presumably) owners sat on a couch several yards away in front of the fire reading and chatting.
Another time, when leaving Newcastleton on the wee road over the hill to Langholm we came around a corner to find half the town camped up beside and across the road involved in some kind of mass participation country sporting pursuit that did not seem to involve Range Rovers and tweed. We didn't hang around long enough to clarify if it was ferreting or a pagan ritual.
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