Gormless Prince Charlie?

Well! Y'can't call him "Bonny".

"Last century"  ;¬))  Some clever bloke/blokess decided to festoon the town's buildings with little history lessons and other little plaquelettes depicting the route(s) of the Millennium trail(s) around town.

And lo this one quoth thusly: -

"In 1715 supporters of the 'Old Pretender' were the cause of the fell side beacon being fired to alert the district to danger. An army of yeomen and labourers were carrying scythes lost its nerve when faced with the rebel forces drawn up in battle order on Penrith Fell. They made off, leaving their commanders Viscount Lonsdale and Bishop Nicholson of Carlisle protected only by their servants and with no option but to flee.



Penrith's strategic position at the junction of the great mail and coach roads linking England and Scotland was highlighted in 1783 by James Clarke, a land surveyor resident in Penrith

"Penrith is perhaps the greatest thoroughfare in the North of England: all the Irish now cross the sea at Portpatrick and consequently take this in their road to the Metropolis. Should they come by Whitehaven this is still their road; besides, those travelling from Scotland to London generally chuse this road. Those, likewise whom a taste for natural beauties impels to visit the Lakes, always consider Penrith as a kind of home in these solitary regions; and the consequence is natural, all the inns here seem to vie with each other in attention, and strain every sinew in making the country as agreeable as possible."

Not a good day. 2 hrs kip twixt 08:00 Mon and 08:00 Tues. Then another 2.
A lot of serious catch-up to play.

I have a wife with a rather evil habit of trying to be ill without letting me know. Consequently when I woke for my customary 02:30 pilgrimage to the porcelain God as "Gentlemen of a certain age" are wont to do my first thought was ... "Bugritt, we've left a light on."

Then I noticed I had the bed to myself... Further investigation showed that she had been ensconced from 01:00. It being easier than trotting up and down every 5-10 mins. and "trying to wee razor blades"

Haemorrhagic cystitis. The permanent diet of Rat-poison doesn't tend to help in these circumstances.

Up the M6 to Carlisle "Just as the sun was ri-ising". A night or two "bed and breakfast" with antibiotic chasers and "By the grace of God and two big policemen" as somebody once said, and all will be back to normal.