The BBC is up to its old meteorological terrorism in the spirit of the unlamented Mr Fish-threatening all kind of disruption on the high seas today and tomorrow-Gales, severe gales, storm force winds, flooding (not a problem in the Irish sea) even snow in Scotland tomorrow-all delivered with Fish like relish and slobbering anticipation. So we might have a repeat of our outward journey when we set off tomorrow. And after that the long drive to Hutton with our favourite watering hole at Langholm closed on Saturday afternoons following the destruction of their loos by a careless lorry driver. I am not sure of the logic of the cause and effect but since the loo incident their opening hours have been reduced-perhaps some thing to do with how long the average customer can be expected to hold his/her water. So we shall press on to the wild and remote Mosspaul hotel in its splendid isolation on the windswept and desolate A7 welcoming intrepid travellers with gallons of tea and mountains of carrot cake. In these dark canyons there
is no real daylight before March so a stop at the Mosspaul is a real treat. And the loos are inside and warm and welcoming.
