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In last month’s issue (How it all began) I talked about how Muddy Madam and I bought our first vehicle together, a 1974 2-door Range Rover, and we were learning quite quickly that old Range Rovers weren’t the cheapest 4x4s to own.
Anyhow, not long after we almost got ourselves stranded in deep snow up Wrynose Pass in the Lake District, we decided upon another short break to recover from that one. It was still 1995, and Stranraer in Scotland would be our destination of choice, and to this day I’m not sure why. Anyhow, Friday was booked off from work, necessities packed and we headed north. We stopped once for fuel, and the usual supplies of chocolate, crisps, more chocolate and cans of pop. The going was good until we reached Cumbria where the weather turned nasty - usual weather conditions for the Lake District that early on in the year, I suppose.
We turned left at Carlisle onto the A75 and headed towards Stranraer, and apart from the rain, that seemed to be getting heavier, and getting stuck behind dozens of lorries, the journey was pretty good and stress free. This was the furthest we’d taken in BVU, and we were very impressed with how quiet and composed she was for a 21 year old Rangie. Once in Stranraer it didn't take us long to find an reasonable guest house that accepted Rangies - but we had to leave her outside. " The rules" said the landlady. By this time it was late and dark, and we were tired and hungry. We found a little Italian restaurant almost next door to where we were staying, and promptly stuffed our faces with some excellent food and drank lots of wine. Satisfied, we retired to our small, but clean room. It was still raining, heavily.
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