PH Blog: roadsters in Scotland
Time to round-up the Scotland blogging with a gallery of pics from the trip
Our numbers are sadly diminished from the original plan but we can hopefully bring you a flavour of the trip right here with, connection permitting, a bit of an update after each day's driving and regular picture updates over on the PHFacebook page.
Stay tuned!
Dan
So, 1,200-odd miles, a surprising amount of sunburn and a lot of fuel later here's a gallery of our weekend in Scotland and why, if you love driving, you need to point your wagon north...
Until next time!
 Lots of this, everywhere! |
 On the A87 near Invergarry |
 Deep fried Haggis? Don't mind if I do... |
 The bargain option for Scottish fun |
 A mini PH traffic jam forms |
 Bridges and soft drinks made of girders |
 "When I grow up..." and all that |
 Ferries break up the driving a bit |
 Yes, the roof was still down |
 Dalwhinnie distillery in suitably moody climes |
 Keep up boys! |
 Singletrack road + epic view = Scotland |
 Another attempt to keep up with Racing Pete |
 On the main road to Campbeltown |
 We wondered if the Lotus could float across |
 Refreshment stop in Fort Augustus |
 What do you mean watch the fuel gauge? |
 Haha, that bit of land looks like a..... |
 Back into England and ... the rain! |
 The hilarious A68 borders rollercoaster ride |
So, brace yourself for another slightly wired, windblown and - shocker! - sunburnt report from PH's mini Scottish tour. Last night's campsite was high on vistas and hospitality but, frankly, by the time we'd bumped our way back to the A83 along another 12 miles of singletrack road I'd kind of done the whole bumpy narrow road thing, two close shaves with oncoming Land Rovers and, possibly, a dinged wheel or two to show for my troubles.
The Commando memorial at Spean Bridge
Things just seem more switched on up here too. The number of times we've come up behind a slow moving car that's obligingly pulled over or just backed off, left indicator on to let our noisy little convoy through is astounding if you're schooled in the dog eat dog driving elsewhere in the UK. And even the speed limits seem to be more sensible, the handy countdowns to arrivals in 30 zones really welcome and the sense that limits are intelligently applied according to the hazards present rather than just arbitrarily set in keeping with some random council initiative meaning you have a much greater sense of mutual respect than you might get elsewhere.
Small cars, big landscape, etc
Forgive the emotion, it's been a long day, but, really, you owe it to yourself to take a few days out, find a few squiggles on the map north of the border and go have some fun...
Having chased signal around Scotland and arrived a bit sunburnt, a tad cold and very, very late at the beautiful Port Ban campsite I can finally put a bit of an update up on our day so far.
Saturday started as Friday ended: on the M6. Thankfully not for too long though and we were soon off and onto some delightfully twisty and less delightfully bumpy B-roads en route to Dumfries. 360 miles, two ferries, two grounded out sumps, a few scared sheep and a load of fuel later we're very gladly accepting the charity of the campsite owners who recognised a bunch of windblown and hungry PHers in need of feeding and very generously plied us with barbecued meat and cold beer. Thank you, thank you, thank you.
Frankly the day has melded into a bit of a blur of simply stunning scenery, a lot of maxed out (and very noisy) revving from the Mazda trying to keep up with the Lotus and Honda and more and more amazing roads the further we go. And where have we been? Er, not sure actually. But a highlight includes a lap of the Campbeltown peninsula, that bit that sticks out of Scotland that, um, well, if Viz designed coastlines this one would be all their own work. We travelled down the eastern side on crazily undulating, single-track road and then back up the western one on the absolutely stunning A82. Right now this is the most amazing road it's ever been my pleasure to drive upon.
Other revelations? Apparently the Eunos does, on occasion, spit flames from its exhaust. As if I didn't love that car enough already this alone has made the weekend for me. I may need to hold that thought though. Because tonight promises to be on the chilly side.
Plan for the first stage was to nail as much of the boring bit - AKA the M6 - as possible on Friday night, bed down at the Travelodge (ooh the glamour) and then we can all head off together in convoy and onto the first bit of proper driving across Dumfries and Galloway.
The M6: looks better by night
It's a nice little group of cars too. Pete's new Honda looks good and is, by some margin, the most powerful car here, Ben's Lotus should be in its element as the going gets twistier and ... I've got the loudest exhaust.
Time to rally the troops and for the most important appointment of the day - breakfast! I think we'll pass on the delights of the BK and Café Ritazza here at the services and put in an early 20 miles or so to the delights of the Tebay Westmorland Farm services a little further up the road. Well worth it in my experience.
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At least the rain will save on tyre wear Enjoy it, it will rain but I found this did not detract from the awesome roads - which were mainly empty and what traffic there was was easy pickings
If a team of engineers were given a blank piece of paper to start designing a 2-seater sports car, what they'd come up with wouldn't be far off an MX5 (Mk1 !) Unlike many cars, that was designed from the out set as being a RWD 2-seater car; double-wishbone suspension all round, torque tube prop, twin-cam 16-valve longitudinally mounted all alloy engine. Amazing steering feel.
But of course, you knew all that.
Of course, I'd be obliged if we could keep this little corner of Scotland a secret !
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