Day 3 - Charlie from Derby...

...is an absolute hero!

After falling asleep on the toilet at a service station, I discovered my bus, with guitar, bags, jacket, money/passport/bankcard/driving license had headed off down the M6 without me. (I hope the driver's wife runs off with a fitness instructor - he was also very rude to a nice foreign family, who were having trouble with their ticket reference number, shouting at them in front of their kids - scum, should work with machines or something, not people) I met Charlie having a fag outside the services and told him my story, he said he'd give me a lift to Manchester if I helped him stay awake. Great deal really. We were half an hour further down the M6, I was on my phone to the Megabus people asking if they could arrange for my luggage to be put into lost property at Manchester and not London, when Charlie pointed out there was a Megabus with a puncture at the side of the motorway...

...after hugging my new friend of 30 minutes and screaming 'ya f***ing dancer' at the driver I got back on the bus, where the other passengers were quite considerably less excited than I...

...all this before breakfast on my first hour outside Scotland...what next eh? what next...