A9 was ok
and as surmised previously all the traffic was northwards and mostly English trying to escape the bank holiday weekend. Only one caravan and that was not even on the A9 and once again we dualled past it. The Moto service station at junction 6 on the M90 is to be avoided at weekends. Crowded with the wrong type of English most of whom looked as if they were on their way to punch up a few Turks on some foreign (football) field. And as usual it was the women who were the more fearsome-large, horizontal breasted carrying all before them and tattooed, smoking fiercely between hamburgers and sticky cakes and snarling aggressively in the best tradition of East Enders. I was not too surprised to find a couple in the Gents (a misleading description at Moto's at the best of times) and they were in no hurry to leave either. And least they did not try to do it standing up, or if they did it was behind closed cubicle doors. And unusually for Moto the food was awful.
Good to be back. But real life looms. The glow of a holiday week will soon wear off I suspect. In about 20 minutes