As many of you know, my little family and I went to Scotland in March/April to visit my family. To save $400 per ticket – so a whopping $1600, we decided to fly direct to London, hire/rent a car and drive to just west of Glasgow. Now, I’ve been on long road trips living here, and now I think nothing of driving for 6 hours to get somewhere. Six hours seems reasonable these days. The drive from Heathrow to Glasgow was an estimated 7 hours non-stop. Now, couple this with not really sleeping for 24 hours and raging jet lag, and there you have it my friends, you instantly have a “it seemed like a good idea at the time.” It took us 10, almost 11 hours.
A funny-now story: The kids had done amazingly on the three flights (Missoula to Denver, Denver to Dullas, Dullas to London) and we stopped not long after we left London at a Warwick (Woh-rick) Welcome Break (a cool rest stop). I was crammed in the front seat with luggage around me and barely had enough room to wiggle my toes. Ian declares, “Mummy, I’ve got throw ups.” “Wha?!” Yeah, I had to scramble to the back door tripping over my bags and catching my coat in the door. Irony doesn’t even cut it.
Below are photos of random places on the M6, one of England’s most notoriously dangerous motorways. Sounds fun, eh? This is on the trip back down to London, although we were technically still in the north (of England) here.