Half way to Chippenham

We’re in Abington at a motorway service inn.  Incongruous cyclists among long distance lorry drivers.    We’re now closer to Chippenham than to John O’Groats, which is odd since we’re still 50 miles north of the England border.

We stayed in an odd hotel in East Kilbride last night.  As we left this morning there was woman in the underground parking trying to find her way out.    Perhaps Scotland’s Hotel California.