one as well was classed in my book as a local run, only around
50 miles from home so the initial plan was to go Friday , back
home on Saturday to work in shop etc (Busy just now) then back
on Saturday afternoon. But plans don't always work out like
that... a lot of different "tasks" came to a head
by about Thursday night , and I was almost certain I could only
do Saturday, but with a bit fannying about of my schedule &
shop work, I had a working plan to do both days (so I thought).
MaDGE was going to meet us in Dunbar, us being myself Cat &
Iain now , as Skolar had been promoted
and had to work - coupled with the fact he's blown his scooter
up and Gary was in London. Just as the green lights were about
to flash though... MaDGE knacks his scoot too... so the remaining
3 of us start to organise our departure.
quick meet up at The Rossborough, then up to my house to get
my bags together... now this is where it starts to go fatefully
wrong for me... my bags consist of a big bag of lager, my tent
& bag & waterproofs - all thrown in the back of Cat's
Piaggio Golf, my season long plan to travel light had reached
it's critical point... absolutely no change of clothes, no need
you see if I was coming back home on the Saturday morning, and
the weather looked ok (been lovely all day) so probably wouldn't
need waterproofs at all , if Cat hadn't had her car , I might
not have even taken them !
we head off, saying goodbye to my cat & dog as Ali &
Annie had buggered off for the day, although we did pass Ali
at Spott Rd roundabout on the way out... and Cat leads me on
the PX & Iain on his Dragster, within a few minutes though,
the Golf is stuck in traffic , leaving us 2 wheeled gadgies
to sprint off... averaging 70mph real speeds... Iain can pull
off a bit more , but I decide to stick there, knowing this could
go on for a while. First stop was to be Grantshouse , as I'd
only half a tank, and feck knows where the next fuel up would
be , so I decide to top up at everyone we can... (pay attention
to that). So a quick £3 in the tank, a fag for the other
2 then we head off, with me demanding to Cat that her GPS is
wrong and we should head due south now on the A6112 through
Coldstream et al. Oh... that's where the rain started to spit
off we speed (well trot now as that road is shite, I should
have remembered that from the trip to Kelso & back twice
earlier this year) the rain now has decided that instead of
spitting it would accelerate into a tide coming down, waterproofs
in the back of the car... so it's (scuse the pun) a game of
Cat & mouse as we try to get the Golf to stop so we can
kit up for the weather... about 5 miles on Cat takes the hint
and pulls over. By this time though , we're quite wet. Ah well
, rain gear on and we set off again , into this great wet wilderness.
eventually get to Wooler, which is only about 25 miles from
the site, but the GPS says it will take an hour ... how come
?? Ooooo don't ask... oh , ok then... with enough B roads, gravel
tracks , fast flowing fords (hah ! this is where manual clutch
control pays off) to make Colin McCrae feel at home, 1 hour
later we do get to site, completely soaked through, but glad
to be there. We pay our fees for the weekend, and I resist the
temptation to get a room in the warm looking hotel on site and
we pick a spot to pitch up... after 2 or 3 cans. tents up ,
complete with puddles of rain inside and then off to the bar
in soggy clothes, remember I have to change of gear with me,
not even dry socks ! My monkey boots squelched with every step.
we were here , and the bar was very welcoming. We meet up with
a few faces we know , and have a few games of pool, Iain showing
his skills until he's beat by a wee lass that insisted on taking
my shots for me (yeah - I AM that bad). At about 9pm ish we
head off to the marquee to see the band - Smokes Like A Fish
- and they were bloody excellent. I have a wee video to go up
here soon , just as soon as I can convert Quicktime to WMVs
- keep checking back. They played ska, with a line up of guitarist/singer
with a classic Strummer pose (and short red mohawk), 2 lasses
on Sax, trumpet , bass drummer and a wicked wee kid with massive
spikey mohawk on keyboards/backing vocs. A decent set and cracking
tunes - well impressed.
night flew by with some cracking tunes that had me "dancing"
away most of the time (probably just trying to dry off) , sadly
the excitement was all too much for me , so I felt my way along
the barbed wire fence back to my tent at around 12ish, I'm assuming
I did this as my hands are all cut :) Now , my memory is of
not sleeping all night due to my soggy sleeping bag and wet
clothes, but I must have got a couple of solid hours, as I woke
at 6am to find my scoot camouflaged, and it was parked right
next to me... must have been out like a light at some point.
Realising I had to work that morning, I try to stay awake so
I get up for a pee just as everyone else is heading to bed for
the 'night'. At around 7:45 , I feel well enough to drive so
head off, scrambling passed the Beer Pigs on duty at the entrance
with a wave and a "see you later" while trying to
keep the scoot upright in the mud.
decide on a better route and find a straight B road to Wooler
which gave me excellent Cannonball training , hitting over 70
at times where I probably shouldn't have been, but I soon find
the Berwick road, which is technically longer , but that means
a straight run up the A1 when I get there, and when I do - I
let rip the whole way, passing everyone on the road for the
whole way up to Dunbar - I must buy Davey Louttit a pint for
the tuning job. Sitting off the clock at times for good long
spells , and never below 65mph genuine all the way (am I obsessed
by this genuine mph thing do you think).
I gets home , still freezing and damp from Friday afternoon,
and have loooooong hot shower. Change of clothes and before
I head off to work , maybe a quick 5 minutes watching Soccer
AM. 4 hours later I wake up , Ali deciding to leave me as I
"looked cosy". Missed my whole shift in the shop -
so had to go in later to catch up - the joys of having your
own business I suppose - if work needs done... it has to get
done. So I do that , get home , have a spot of food (the first
since Friday breakfast - no wonder I was shaking like a shitting
dog) ..... and crash out again. Only to be woken by Skolar on
the mobile , up at Mark's house in Fife... with Wee Bob asking
me to order him a new Malossi kit to replace his broken one...
so Saturday is sacked. And I change plans to have
a chicken Tika Masala , and pop in to see Gary who's now back
from London.... I'm such a lightweight , I know :)
& Iain stay for the long haul , as you do , but the last
I heard they were trying to get petrol from the Golf into the
Gilera, remember when I said that I filled up everywhere to
be safe... well Iain didn't , he used the time to have crisps
& fags! And got on site after driving on fumes the last
15 miles :)
brought my tent back for me - bless them , but I think it'll
be a new one for next season... as I had to cut holes in the
bottom of this £35 Argos special to let the water out
on Friday afternoon.
all in all , the Friday night was excellent - a great bunch
of peeps there , and from what I gather a great Saturday too.
Hopefully Cat will have some photos for me - but not from her
camera as I have that here... doh !
marked this one down as one to do next year if it's on. And
who knows ... I might even do the whole weekend :)
Tara & the rest of the Club did a great job... good bands
and excellent hosts.
all that lot above is 1587 words (I dare you to count them)
and only one paragraph about the actual rally ... I cannae have
talk some shite.
Cat continues the story from Saturday morning...
got few hrs kip on Saturday morning, then got up bout 11am,
i chucked a wobbly cos i'd no brush and bad hair nowt short
of a no.1 was gonna sort it - wee Kev gave me a tin of beer
to help my hair feel better, it worked too!
entered the Dragster in the custom show - we won - who cares
if it was the only one lol!! Iain did the yard of ale (it was
only a half yard tho!!??!!) he did really well then puked and
was beat by a large child... again, we went back to the tent
mid avo for some sleep (couldn't sleep) then got up to see Harringtons
for the 1st time, got pissed, met some people, hung out with
some speccy wierdos (Kev & Pete) got drunk with the Lonesharks
when they turned up, seen the Harringtons again (Scarlett Blue
didn't show up) done wee bit of dancing, was wearing wrong shoes
on Sat nite for skanking tho and then hit the hay bout 2am or
so.. actually had good nites sleep, got up on Sunday to tackle
the no petrol problem, borrowed some, ran out bout 10miles from
petrol station in middle of nowhere luckily sat nav will take
you to nearest petrol station (near wooler) we accidentally
stole a petrol can, Iain gave me money I went to till and girl
told me he paid for it!!?? he hadn't tho.....
make it back to Dunbar til nearly 4 despite having went the
quick way home (the way i'd wanted to go in 1st place niffy!!)