Gretna Meet

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Wednesday 25th May ‘05
Blod is packed. All the gear we need for the week is now on board and the wedding gear too. There is now no room for us.
The plan is to leave about midnight and trundle north, reaching Gretna in the morning and picking up the schedule from the offices in Gretna, then recce the Blacksmiths for photo locations, check out the route to and from the campsite and then book in to meet the others.
The last minute hitches are sorted. My best man is replaced. Several last minute offers of a lift for him have been replied to but the hospital is keeping him in overnight after the tests because he has a tendency to a collapsed lung. Thanks to all of you who made the offers even though.
At 10pm I suddenly realise that all the local garages close at 11.o’clock and I have enough fuel for only 40 miles. Oops. So it’s pile into the van and off.
We are trundling off at a steady 45 mph. We took the bottom road from here and across the new bridge at Fflint [Kirsty’s Bridge] and along the 56 to Warrington. At Warrington we loaded up. The Tesco store is 24hrs but it looked like a battlefield when I was there. Michelle brewed the first coffee while I went round.
Now with a full load of food and fuel [61.9] we were off properly and headed off up the M6. There was very little traffic, which is why I prefer to travel at night. A steady 50 mph and no hold ups gives the best mpg. That was when my exhaust started to get a little noisy, which normally means one nut has come loose again.
We saw the sun come up at Tebay services; one of the nicest services anywhere in the country and it certainly has the best views. We had a couple of hours sleep here and then continued on to Gretna, arriving at 8 and parking in the Gretna Gateway shopping village where we had breakfast.
Now the scary bit started. We walked into Gretna town centre to do the paperwork. We had sent them all the essential stuff, my divorce and birth certificates and Michelle’s birth certificate but we had to appear in person for the schedule and the talk. We, of course, picked the staff-training day so it didn’t open till 10 and we were an hour early so we just sat in the sun [yes real sunshine] until it opened.
We chatted with some locals and they were very friendly. The staff in the office were also friendly and helpful and had everything sorted very quickly. We were out of there in 20 minutes with all we needed and the instructions firmly implanted so now it was time to recce the route we would take early Saturday.
In 5 minutes we were at the blacksmiths centre and Michelle had a wander to see where she wanted photo’s taken and it was my turn to brew up. There were 2 other vans there and I took a nice photo of us all and invited them to join us on Saturday. None of them were members of MHF, Wildcamping or Bedford cf clubs

The next job was to recce the route and we drove out and off to the campsite. It was no problem at all, the B road was in good condition and, apart from one bump that managed to dislodge most of our carefully put away stuff and dump it on the floor, was not going to give a problem.
We pulled into a campsite to be greeted by an elderly lady who said I'm fully booked. Her face fell a little when we said we knew as we had booked. The ex ambulance thing I suppose. We paid up and she explained that because of the weather she was putting us in the car park. The ground was sodden and squishy. I was just parking and saw Cyril [Bedford cf club] following us in. He had the same reception. In ten minutes we had parked up and got the kettle on and were having a good chinwag with Cyril and Sylv.
Cyril had a nasty moment. He came in with a flat tyre on his rear twin wheel and managed to knock himself silly with the tyre lever changing it. But apart from some blood and a couple of cuts there was no lasting damage…. To the tyre lever.
I have to say at this point that we are very grateful to these two, especially Sylv. She did the flowers for us as a prezzie and when we said we were not having a cake because we were having the ceilidh in a field, well, she would not let us get away with that and phoned us to tell us she and her daughter had made one and we were going to have one.

Sylv said she was not a professional and the flowers would not be as good as a shop. That is the first time she has not told the truth. They are fabulous.
Anyway, we had a pleasant evening with others coming in over the next few hours and the following day.
Andy Ross from Canterbury, Kent and Graham and Debbie from Weymouth were the longest travellers. Jo Rose from Liverpool, Solar John and Angie from Shrewsbury, all cf er’s. Then my cousin from Llandysul in West Wales in his nice Pilote ‘A’ class and Cassie with her ‘Big Bertha’ from Wildcampers joined us, Cassie joined us late on Friday night and missed the Hen And Stag nights unfortunately.
On Friday I had to go into Carlisle to pick up my daughter and family who were coming up from Milton Keynes by train. Cyril volunteered to take me, as he had to go shopping so off we went with his van popping and banging.
Thank heavens for Graham who got the tools out when we returned and sorted out his plugs and points.
Solar John went underneath mine to see where the noise was coming from and it turned out to be the pipe connection to the manifold. One bolt had sheared and the other was loose and was so corroded that there was no chance of nipping it up.
My son in law set up his tent while I got re-acquainted with the kids. Ellie, my daughter, disappeared with the women for the hen party organisation.
The campsite was pleasant and quiet [except for the engines being worked on] but far from full. I wasn’t so quiet after the kids arrived for their very first experience of camping but they did settle down after a while.


I can’t tell you much about the Hen night so I will hand over to Michelle for that.
Hen Night by Michelle
Joe said I had to have a hen night, so we all get some nibbles and descended on Joe about 6 o’clock. We sat and had a few drinks and played tumble. Where you have to take out blocks without it falling down. Joe had gone over to video the stag night when Angie broke through Joe’s bed so we sent Kirsty over to the Stag lot to get stuff to repair it. Unfortunately they had nothing and she finished up sleeping on a blow up mattress. Joe had bought fortune cookies and we opened those in turn with me going first. Mine said “you’re future will be bright”.
We left to go to bed about 10 o’clock. Sober, but after a lot of laughing. I stayed in Joe’s van.
Stag night
Not very exciting I'm afraid. Cyril had heard that it was customary to have a stripper at a Stag night so he volunteered to take his clothes off. We declined. I don’t think he’s quite got the hang of stag nights. We just sat in Blod and had a beer or two and chatted, mainly about vans and wild spots. Then a few jokes and an early bed. Not the stuff of legends. Well, I did have a late shower. I didn’t think I would have time in the morning.

Saturday 28th May 2005
The alarm woke me at 7.30 and I got Kirsty up. Gave her, Ellie, Lee and the kids bacon and egg butties for breakfast. Packed everything up and loaded the van.
At 9am I led the convoy out from the campsite to the Famous Old Blacksmith’s shop, Gretna Green.

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part 2

The wedding meet part 2.

The Famous Old Blacksmith’s Shop. Gretna Green may 28th 2005

So I led the convoy into the blacksmith’s centre and we parked up in rows on the overspill field. I got all my passengers out and got into my wedding rig. Only the 2nd time I had worn it and the very first time in public. It took a few minutes to get it all on and sorted out and I stepped out into the sun.



At the time I didn’t realise that Michelle was in the van behind Blod, waiting for me to get out of her way.
Douggie, our Piper was waiting in full kit. He is one of the Elite pipers and plays in a pipe band as well as piping solo competitions. 5 years ago, at our very first ceilidh, Douggie piped us to bed at 3.30 am. Since then he and wife and new son have become good friends. We asked him and he said yes. After a few minutes he led us in with the pipes skirling and all these strange people jumping out at us to take photo’s and wish me good luck. I have this strange feeling that I'm really famous now, in Japan.
We were met by the strangest sight at the door. A small lady with an amazing hair do and a dog collar. Michelle said after that she looked like one of the Hair Bear Bunch. She led us in to the Anvil room and we waited for Michelle.
The lady vicar got all the guests in and arranged us and got chairs for Sylv and Cyril. She must have known Cyril because she got the ordinary ones out and moved the antique ones well out of his way [before he decided to fix them up]. Then we heard the pipes again and Michelle came in with her three bridesmaids, Kirsty, her daughter, Ellie, my adopted daughter and Charlotte, Michelle’s niece.
Michelle looked terrific. I have only ever seen her in a dress 4 times before, a shapeless black midi. She doesn’t do dresses. The bridesmaids were all in royal Blue satin with matching bags, all made by Michelle and as her first attempt at dress making, they were fantastic.
So now we are all arranged round the anvil and the vicar tells of the history of the anvil priests, as they were known. She frowned on them of course. Then she does the say after me bit, [I really liked the “be a dutiful wife” bit. I hope that is on the video Jo].



That is my cousin Pauline on the right and Sylv on the chair on the left.
I wish someone had told me that my skirt, sorry Cilt, had slipped a bit.
After the words had been done and she pronounced us husband and wife she told me to kiss the bride. This was where the first problem arose. Michelle is 6’2’’. I am 5’9’’ [used to be 5’10’’ before arthritis]. Fortunately in the anvil room are several steps so I took a couple of steps back and I could reach [well almost]. We then did all the signing and legal stuff and the witnesses completed their bit and the vicar put us back by the anvil for the final bit. We put our hands on the anvil and as the old blacksmiths used the anvil to join 2 metals she dropped the hammer and joined us. Michelle didn’t half jump.


[See what I mean about the hair]

And we walked out of the anvil room to another room for some more photos, then some more outside. I was getting confused by this time and Michelle had vanished. She was off with her friends having some photos done.


Sylv who did the flowers and Jo and Debbie who got her ready and helped her with the hair and makeup. Thank you so much ladies, you did a fabulous job. She looked fantastic and was so pleased with herself. So much so, she is talking about doing her hair regularly and WEARING A DRESS AGAIN.
I must also thank all those from other clubs, especially MHF, and other well wishers at this point. It was a bit of a blur and I apologise but I have forgotten names so if those people would please e-mail me and tell me who they were and if they gave us a prezzie I will thank them properly. I was delighted to meet you and it was such a shame you could not come to the ceilidh. I do remember the names Teflon and Butterfly. Please contact us and if you took any photos, send me a copy. We forgot to give our cameras [we took 4]to people to take the photos for us. Please send us a photo of yourselves too for the album. If we’d been organised we would have had everyone in front of the vans and had a huge group photo but I’d lost the plot by then.

It was now coming up to 11.00 and we had 179 miles to do.

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The convoy
The plan was to leave at 1100 and drive up the motorway in convoy. At Glasgow we would carry on the M8 and then over the Erskine Bridge. Up the A82 to Tarbet, then left on to the A83 to the A815 and right on to the A886 to the A8003. local roads then take us to Portavadie and just before there we would see a track with our name on it. I was told the track was about ½ a mile and was a bit bumpy.

We got started, with all in contact by mobile phone, Graham and Debbie bringing up the rear. So we have Blod leading [with exhaust roaring a bit] then Cyril and Sylvie’s beddy [still popping and banging a little] then Jo Rose in her diesel, Cassie in her big Bertha and Graham [the trusty mechanic] and Debbie following up as tail end Charlie.
Trundling up the M74 at 40-50 the weather began to change a little. Small showers of rain replaced the sun. Many cars passing us turned to look and saw Michelle in her wedding dress sat in the front van and she was having a wonderful time waving at them. The phone rang a few miles before Harpenden services. Graham and Debbie’s turn for a problem, their wipers had decided to go on strike so I dropped the speed slightly and we pulled in to the first services. It turned out before he could fix his wipers he had to stop a small diesel leak in Jo’s van. She and our Kirsty were a little high on fumes so Kirsty travelled with Sylvie and Cyril for a while.
I have spent many years involved with motorbike clubs with runs [convoys] most weeks, the biggest being 270 bikes. The 2 worst positions are lead and tail end Charlie [shepherd as we called him]. The lead’s problem is that no matter what speed he goes it is always too fast. He plods away at 35 miles per hour and 2 drops back a bit so does 3 then 4 and all of a sudden 2 tries to catch up leaving 3 a big gap and poor old 5 ends up doing 120 mph to catch up. I hated being number one plodding away.
We got through the road works on the M8 with out too much trouble. One phone call asking which junction to turn off because she had lost us but as we came out of the road works and I kept to 35 she soon caught up. The plan was to refuel and water up at Erskine, which we did. Michelle was running in and out of the garage in her wedding dress causing a few raised eyebrows. Then off to the supermarket [the last we would see for several days] to stock up on stuff, no point in carrying it before.
Cyril and Sylvie disappeared but she needed a little walk to ease her foot. Needless to say, Michelle was still wearing her wedding dress. I was still in my Cilt but no one had given me a second look UNTIL I took off the fancy shirt and put on my Welsh rugby shirt.[grand slam, triple crown.2005 6 Nations Champions] I was stood waiting for Cyril and Sylvie on the corner when this little old lady drove past in her car. She was staring at me so hard that she only made half the turn and only just managed to stop before hitting a parked car. I wonder if she thought I was a Scots traitor.
We are on the road again and over the Erskine Bridge and a few minutes later we have our first view [this year] of Loch Lomond. Traffic was fairly heavy both ways. We were halfway up to Tarbet when I heard something slide. I had noticed that all my bungees holding the chairs on the roof were in bad condition. Some had given way and a chair fell off. Two minutes later we got a call from the back to pull over. Bertha had lost her windscreen. I was very worried that it had been the chair but thankful she wasn’t hurt.
We pulled in to a lay-by and put the kettle on until Graham, driving Bertha brought in the rear of the column. Cass was a little bit shaken and understandably so.
First of all a car had swerved across the front of her and she was so certain she was going to hit it that she shut her eyes. Graham in the one behind had also swerved, convinced that she was going to hit it. She didn’t and opened her eyes……and ran over a chair [our plastic fold up that fell off] she was just a few seconds past that when she heard a loud crack and a small hole appeared in the middle of her screen. She did what anyone would do, she pulled in and took her foot off the throttle and the tick over vibrated the cracks right over the screen.
We gave her a cuppa to calm her down but I must say she was very calm, far calmer than I would have been. She phoned the RAC and they put her through to windscreens.
Their answer to the problem,
“WE CAN’T ORDER ONE TIL TUESDAY. YOU NEED RECOVERY”
She called recovery again and was told,
“YOU CAN STILL DRIVE THE VAN SO WE CAN’T RECOVER YOU.”
After several minutes arguing they agreed to recover her 50 miles as a goodwill gesture.
She decided to carry on with us. I am friendly with a very good man up in the highlands, Stuart Chisholm of Chisholm’s Garage and Recovery, Ballachulish. I knew he would help her.
We outfitted her with a crash helmet and wrap around glasses for protection and she had a blanket over her legs and our forward speed dropped to 30-35 mph.
[WAITING FOR THE PHOTO OF THAT CASSIE]
Our arrival time of 1600 was looking far away. The weather worsened, with rain and winds as we drove through some fantastic scenery. Not that we could see too much. I was sorry for the others as we had seen it before and the reason for coming this way was to show off some of the beauty of Scotland. And they were seeing rain. Typical Scottish weather.
In all the times we had been to Scotland we had only had less than a fortnight’s rain out of about 30 weeks. And it had to be bad today of all days.
As we got closer to the island and the roads got narrower we met the replacement best man. He shouted something about gales and rain and disappeared in the direction we had just come from. A few minutes later, after climbing yet another mountain we saw a sign, a simple piece of wood at the entrance to a track, which bore the legend Roi and Michelle on a card at the gate.
Tam Hill. Our friend from Cowal had told me that his friend had an ideal field for the ceilidh. It was, he said, just down the road from his place. We knew he lived in Strachur so we’d assumed it was somewhere near there. Now we were 30 miles from there. He’d also said the island was connected by a track which was a bit rough and about 300 yards. It was closer to a mile and the pot holes were the size of the grand canyon. On top of that, they were all full of water so I could not see how deep they were, and I was first along it.
I crawled along in first gear on tick over and very carefully picked my route. I was full of stuff [heavy] and all I needed now was to break the suspension on one of these holes.
This was the smooth bit. What I couldn’t work out, if we were going to an island, why were we going up hill all the time. We crawled along until finally cresting the hill and there was an incredible view [even in the rain] before us.
We had arrived. The time was 20.30



The ceilidh

We were immediately greeted by the Flying Scot, Kenny of MHF and Tony [no club but he’s got a beddy]. Michelle grabbed Tam and gave him a hug and said she was going to pull his XXXXXXXX off for that track. He apologised for the weather [? As if it was his fault]. The man had been slaving in the wind and weather building the bonfire and keeping it going all day. Underneath the fire were packets of venison, salmon, lamb, pork and highland beef. What a man, and he was apologising to us. He had also contacted someone who had keys to the boys brigade hut, opened it up and lit the gas lanterns for us to have the ceilidh inside because of the weather.
And loads of our friends had turned out despite the weather to enjoy the ceilidh. We got ourselves sorted out
I was considerably stressed by this time. Cyril and Sylvie were unhappy and not well because of the drive. She has a problem with her foot and it was swollen from the drive. She came out to supervise the wedding cake assembly and the Scots told us to get into our wedding gear again.
We then waited at the door for our young piper to warm up his pipes. He was only 12 and already a really good piper, a future champion. He piped “Marie’s wedding” and led us round the room with everybody shaking hands and clapping until we were dizzy. Then we had to have the first dance, to the tune of the accordion. Then I had to ask all the ladies in there for a dance too while Michelle was supposed to ask all the fella’s. I don’t dance she said and wimped out.
They sang, they played, they laughed, ate, and drank. Michelle had several songs sung to her, all to do with weddings, some humorous and some serious.
I thanked all the guests for coming, especially those who had come from the south of England and Tam for his hard work. It was really special for us.

My cousin Eric enjoyed himself so much that he is coming back in August for the Cowal games and another ceilidh. The white haired young man in the photo surprised us by singing “sospan fach” which Eric and I joined in. apparently he had been stationed in Butlin’s Pwllhelli during the war and had learnt that and a hymn in Welsh. He thought sospan fach was more suitable than the hymn.

a nice bit of leg

making a speech

formal photo
The ceilidh finished about 2.30 am and the tenter’s slept in the hut. It was too wild to put tents up.
By 1am I was in a lot of pain so I volunteered to baby-sit the kids who had had it by then and let Ellie and Lee enjoy the ceilidh. I just needed to rest. Michelle had a whale of a time after, kissing all the fella’s and dancing [so much for I don’t dance].
She came in with the Milkman and we handed the kids and Kirsty to Ellie and Lee and we had the van to ourselves [not that we got up to anything ;-)]
The following day, Sunday 29th

a few of the views

Of course the sun came out on Sunday. It was beautiful with a little breeze.
The morning was spent mopping the floor in the hut and cleaning up the kitchen area until it was all spotless.
I had a load of chops, burgers and sausages and steaks for the Barbie so I spent most of the day cooking the food off. We still had some of the quail and venison left too so we ate like kings. The kids had the burgers and someone brought out his little squeeze box and the odd tune was played and tin drunk. It was glorious. Life as it should be.

Monday 30th
They were leaving today and many were going early. I heard them getting ready at 9 so I got up to say goodbye to them. It was another glorious day with the sun very warm and no breeze at all. That was my mistake. Within two minutes of me stepping out of Blod [she was still asleep inside] I was bitten head to foot by the little *******, the midges. BITTEN TO BLAZES
Kirsty thought we had been having a pen fight again and I had lost. I was covered in little red spots.
I had forgotten to put the Avon on.
We said goodbye to all and watched Cyril trundle up the hill in his ambi. He conked at the top of the hill and I thought we were going to have to get him going again as his started tried a few times to start him but he got it going in the end and was off on his Scottish hols. Next to go was a small convoy of Jo Rose, Cassie in Big Bertha and Graham and Debbie again as shepherd.. she had decided to head south and over the single track road to Dunoon and take the ferry back. Tony had come over that way and told us it was not as bad as it appeared on the map.
We stayed another day to check over the site and clear everything up, bury the cans and burn other rubbish. The glass we would drop at the farm on the way out. Tam came to see us and we made breakfast for him, said thanks again and promised to see him in August at the games ceilidh.
Tam said that ceilidh’s either happen or they don’t. Even with all the same people there. Ours had happened.
We spent a very pleasant day with Tony and Heather and had a good chat to him, finished off the food I had barbied the day before and just chilled.
The next day, Tuesday, was just as nice weather wise. The sun shone and we had a walk round after the work of clearing had been done. We said goodbye to Tony and Heather and then we went off to try the road to Dunoon as our little Chloe had wrecked her shoes and needed new ones. I had lost my bank card so I could not access my account. Fortunately Michelle has an overdraft facility. We parked up in the Co-op car park in Dunoon and posted the rented gear back to Cardiff while they went shoe hunting. The weather was very hot now.
We decided to spend the night at Jubilee Point, a wildcamp site not far from Dunoon and one of the most stupendous places to camp.
We watered and fuelled up at a garage [we are well known there but they couldn’t work out why we were there in June not August.]
I parked up at the top of Jubilee so I could recce the beach before driving down and the van refused to start. As an ex emergency vehicle I have a secondary start system. That wouldn’t work either. So we were stuck. I thought it was the battery but my ammeter had shown a full 13 volts going in so I was a little perplexed and the secondary system has a totally separate battery. Then I tried my interior lights and they came on no problem so it was not the battery. I got out the genny and charger and charged it anyway [and the phones and all the other stuff].
While I was doing that the law arrived in a jam buttymobile. No problem they said [they knew us too] but I did ask them about Cassie’s problem. They said categorically that it was illegal to travel without a windscreen. The only dispensation is for vehicles like land rovers and jeeps that are made with fold down screens.
Lee put up his tent and we had a lovely evening with a man and his speedboat that he decided to launch from the beach there. I had to reverse him into the Loch with all his tools in the back of the van floating [or not].
We played the world ludo championships after and then the kids went to bed. Some of the so-called adults carried on playing till midnight. In the morning we took the kids to see something rather special. Our friends from Erskine had been unable to come as they had just had pups. Rather special pups. We met them a few years back at Lindisfarne and they had a kennel [van] full of my favourite dogs. Siberian Huskies.
Last year they had ‘campaigned their dogs and won loads of titles including top breeders. All 7 dogs are champions and they are beautiful too.
We called round and Mark took the kids to see the pups [3 weeks old] photos not developed yet.
I fell for a little bitch called Silver.
But Mark and Bette are mating Havoc [a red] and Pearl [a silver] next year and we are going to have one [2 if I have my way] of those.
We drove back to Rowardennan on Lomond for the night and it started raining again just as we got there.
As we drove through Balmaha on the way we passed a beddy pop-top going the other way. It pulled in to Rowardennan a few minutes behind us and we met Mick and his mrs. We told them about the beddy site and MHF and Wildcamping of course. There are no camping signs at Rowardennan now. It is a traditional wild camp site for several hundred years but has just become part of the new National park, motto, for the people, [but you can’t camp here anymore].
We do, and we will again, in fact, they will have to arrest us to stop us and that wont do it. It is Michelle’s favourite place and also the place where we got engaged 18 months ago.
Wasn’t Kirsty small then?

On the Thursday we drove Ellie and crew into Glasgow and put them on the train home. We then went in search of other friends.
Our special friends Ecky and Isa. They live in Plains near Airdrie and Ecky would have been the piper for us but last year we found out he had had chest pains when he played so we vetoed that and asked Dougie. We asked Ecky to be the giver away.
A few weeks ago we found out that Ecky had cancer and was going to be under treatment and couldn’t come. Just before we got there I pulled into Morrisson’s for some supplies and fuel and bumped into them there. So we went back to their place and had a brew and a few hugs and kisses.
if any of you have bought a postcard in the Highlands of a piper on a mountain it is probably our Ecky. He is on about 7.
After that we visited John and Gaynor who also had pups [boxers] and could not come. Then off to Heriot on the A7. Sandy Macdonald had been on the way but had car trouble and had to return home. We called in Tesco’s on the way and got one of the films done so we now had some photo’s but only of the ceilidh and the island.
[Please send us some photos of Gretna if you were there and took some. We do have a few now and a video. and tell us who was there]
then we got a curry.
We have to park up in a lay by on the A7 as Sandy, who is a Macdonald, rents a flat from a Cambell. The Cambell does not like us messing up his lovely Borthwick Hall by parking our Blod there. So we park in the lay by and Sandy comes to the van.
Home tomorrow [Friday] via the Siberian husky pups again and then Daz’s, my original best man
The pups had grown and Silver was full of it. We even were allowed to pick them up and cuddle them. Heaven
That was our honeymoon folks.
Please get in touch if you were there.
I would really like to thank those who came to see us. I wish we’d had more time to talk and get to meet you properly [but there is always the Cowal games]
I would like to thank those of you who bought us a prezzie. Michelle adores the photo frames and the box and the jell candle. We just wish we knew who they were from.
Teflon and Butterfly I am sure gave me a package but I'm not sure which.


Thanks for all the good wishes and the support you have all given us over the last few weeks
And a very special thanks to those that came along
Loads of love from Roi and Michelle Davies
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HI Roi
Congatulations :D looks like i missed out on a great time,wish i could have been there but at the moment i,m living in boring old spain,the temp. is 90 odd everyday, the beer is 15.p a can, whisky £2.60 a bottle ,wine .70.p a litre ,the food is at give away prices.The only drawback is the spanish drivers,they never ever use indicators if they do you know they british ,at roundabouts you can be in any lane you want to turn left or right i,ve seen quite a few crashes,
At the moment i,m in Quadamar it,s about 80 miles south of Alacante, loads of wildcamping spots ,nice fishing places, cyling and walking ok
Does life seem any different now that you,re married? :angry: or :D

well thats all for now ,hope you live in wedded bliss for the rest of your life(like me ) :D

c u mick
 
while you're in that area carman see if you can find an area called galicia or galizia. they are apparently celt in origin and would appreciate any info on them including a language dictionary if they still speak their own language. I would of course pay costs.
I have dictionaries for most of the celtic branches and surprising how similar they are.
but I can't find much on the net about the galicians.
oh and you didn't make us jealous
we don't drink and 90 odd is too hot :ph34r: everyday. we like rain [why we go to Scotland]
can you tell when someone is lying through their teeth on the net.
ok so we're a little bit jealous ;)
It was a great weekend and the wildspot we were loaned for the ceilidh was incredible.
but the best bit was having our MH friends there to celebrate with us. some of whom we had not met face to face before.
 
I'll try a google on Galizia or Galicia and see what comes up. all I knowe at the moment is that it is a branch of the celts. but trhen 300bc we did run most of Europe [incl Rome] as well as north to china and some of russia as well as the whole of the Uk.
 
hi roi
found a bit about the lingo,Gallego spoken in Galicia .not used much by middle classes in the past as it was associated with rural illiteracy and poverty,will go into it a bit more ,you,re right i miss the the rain and the clouds,100 degrees everyday takes it out of you

c u mick
 
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