Border

After breakfasting and blether with C & S, I headed north again. I had had more than enough of staring at the motorway yesterday, so when I got to Carlisle I opted for the A7 through the borders. The previous time I blipped this  I don't suppose I was wondering what it would look like if it became a 'hard' border.

When D arrived back at Granton I went to pick him up, as due to various mishaps no one was able to give him a lift. We were both considerably knackered, so indulged in a fish supper from Pierino's and a very early night.