We sailed into Carlisle where we had a lovely scrambled egg on toast and picked up a miniature bottle of whisky to toast our triumphant crossing of the Border. Following the advice of a friendly local chap in Carlisle city centre we easily found the back road out of the city to Rockcliffe. Then it all started to go wrong. It was raining and I stopped to put my raincoat on. I dropped it and I got oil all over the sleeve. I reached in to my barbag and found my pen had leaked ink everywhere.It was raining. We were drenched and cold when we crossed into Scotland. We stopped for photos and a tot of whisky before peddling on along the B725 through Gretna and Annan.
We headed west and the wind was in our face as we battled along. Miraculously the sun eventually came out as we drew near Dumfries and we watched a couple of lapwings skimming on the breeze but we were soaked and we soon headed for the centre of town to find a B&B. We quickly found a lovely place near the river, where we were givena fabulous room and a beer on the house, and after laying out our stuff to dry we headed into town where we stumbled across The Globe Inn,
a favourite drinking “howff” of Robbie Burns and which also served a fine pint of Criffel from Sulwath Brewers Limited. From there we headed to the Jewel in the Crown where we had an excellent curry. Things were looking up.Stats
Miles: 51
Pints of beer: 2 plus a kingfisher
Route here
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