Heya! Ok so a lot has happened in the last few days and yes we've been too busy/tired to write but also limited Internet has hampered our efforts.
So what's happened since we last heard from you? I hear you say...
Well I'm glad you asked.
Let's travel back in time to an era not too long ago. The year was 2012 and the day 21st of the month of August. The travelers are in London.....
After a filling English breakfast, we headed for the 'tube', the underground trains. We had major confusion determining if we should get on at Kings Cross station or St pancras station. After chatting with a nice young fellow we were pointed in the right direction and it was straight onto the train we needed to London Heathrow airport. £10.50 for two people to the airport. Can't argue with that!
Stepping out at London Heathrow we quickly got lost in terminals 2 and 3. Finally we found the hire car desk only to be told we needed to find bus stop 21 and go from there. Now, where's stop 21 in an airport??
Bus stop located, arriving at the hire car office, we were hoping the information from the travel agent was correct and we wouldn't need an international license. Lucky for us we didn't and we got to pick up our little VW (which Chris called a vee-dub and the poor lady behind the counter didn't understand).
Pulling out of the car park and putting the windscreen wipers on to indicate us turning right we were on our way north-west!
Stopping for some lunch at a 'welcome break', Chris was thrilled to find that they have HP sauce sachets at restaurants here. We were getting closer to Hatton Court our B&B for the evening.
Checked in and absolutely thrilled by the cute little accommodation and the huge bathtub it was time to relax and then head down for some dinner.
Having a beverage in the bar first then onto the exquisite dining room overlooking Gloucester and fields. Our waitress was Australian who moved over here 3 years ago and you can barely tell she ever had an Aussie accent. A wonderful meal, awesome dessert and some port to finish off it was back to the comfy bed and to watch some British tv. Needless to say we've found some new fav shows.

Waking well rested and unwilling to leave, we had another English breakfast (these guys do know how to make a nice cuppa) and time to 'hit the road jack'. Today headed to York.
It was my turn to drive. Stalling in the car park then windscreen wipers left we were on our way. Listening to the radio we were met with a rather dry and slightly odd rendition of 'old macdonald' (old macdonald was dyslexic, eoeoi), then laughing hysterically made our way to the little old town of York.
Checked in to yet another cute and welcoming B&B. David, our host, was mighty impressed at Chris' ability to stunt reverse park in the smallest of driveways/carpark and after the tour of our room, which included settee in case of arguments, we set out to explore York. The town still has the city walls from medieval times surrounding the centre. A cobbled maze of streets weave through the city, some streets still contain buildings from the 1400s and a street called the Shambles.
Entering a local pub we had a few pints then found a pizza hut restaurant (remember them???) for dinner.
Again with the full English breakfast at the B&B (all this food and less walking, we'll be pasty and fat by the time we get back) and 'on the road again' (now you're singing it aren't you dad?). Today will be a long day of driving. We are headed for Inverness.
Singing 'I'm gonna be' when the trip counter got to 500 miles and enjoying the changing surrounds we travelled into the Scottish Highlands. Getting lost in Invesness' skinny streets we finally found the laundromat (thanks for the incorrect info google). An hour later it was back to the hotel and time for bed. It's been a long day.
Up early-ish, a quick bite to eat (including chris trying the black pudding) and in the car on our way to the little fishing village of Cromarty. Driving along the skinny roads and thankfully no hills where you have to give way to downhill traffic, we arrived on the banks of the Cromarty Firth. Overlooking the bay and a massive cruise ship we walked along the banks of the shore and listened to the seagulls squawk overhead.
A balmy 13 degrees and hastily back in the car it was time to follow the banks of the Loch Ness and visit Urquhart Castle. A 5 minute movie on the history of the castle and we were let free to explore the ruins. Chris was wishing he had brought his jumper as we stood on an old turret and the freezing breeze almost took our heads off.
Back into the warmth of the car and on our way to Fort William, we saw wooly cows and small stone fences lining the roads.
Ben Nevis mountain (the highest in Scotland) overlooks the town and seems that almost everything here was named Ben Nevis. He has a distillery, tyre shop, hotels and pubs.
The Ben Nevis pub is where we spent most of the afternoon after checking in at yet another cute B&B.
Dinner upstairs at the restaurant, Chris had a rabbit pie with mash tatties and salad and I had lasagna with salad. Nice, warm and filling. Back downstairs for another drink before walking back to the hotel. All in all a lovely afternoon.
Scottish breakfast this morning, basically the same as English but don't let them hear me say that. Off to find Inverlochy Castle. A small-ish, out of the way location, hidden by massive trees. Wandering around the ruins and surrounds we then found some warm lunch. Again it's around 13 degrees today. Great summer weather.
Walking down the main street of town, looking at all the touristy stuff it was back in the pub for a few drinks and dinner. I can see why pubs are popular in the cold weather.
Back at our B&B, writing the blog we were attacked by the BIGGEST mozzie we have ever seen!!! And this is no joke, even Chris thought it was huge. He lived up to his wedding vows though. Crisis averted and time for bed.
Tomorrow we head to Edinburgh and the last leg of our holiday.