We’re now across the Scottish border. Gawd… they just HAD to have the wedding at the furthest possible point from Aberystwyth, didn’t they? My trip to Africa had easier travelling! Bryn’s just asked “Where the hell in the world are we?” In partial answer, we’re somewhere over half-way there, at a filling station that’s refusing to give Paul a mexican cheese wrap thingy. And yes, I’m blatantly using my mobile phone in a filling station – so sue me. Right: my turn to navigate…