Day 3- Homeward Bound

Dean “Gooooood Morning!”
Me “Urgh…go away!”
Dean “Ooh somebody’s not a morning person today.”

Let me just tell you that it was 7.30am. I don’t do mornings; I prefer to believe that the day doesn’t start till lunchtime and therefore attempting to get any sort of positive reaction from me before this time is pointless, and often results in a toddler style tantrum, complete with foot stomping.

Eventually I manage to drag myself out of my bed and get ready to drive back to Carlisle. By 8 o’clock we are in the car, happily having avoided the dreaded parking attendant and his apparent “especially nasty attitude.”

Much like me, Tom isn’t a morning person either and has not yet woken up, leaving us to drive around Edinburgh, hopefully in the right direction. It seems we have taken the scenic route, but eventually we make it on to the road out of the city and through the Scottish countryside.

With it being an early autumn morning the sun is still rising through the fog. Outside the fields are covered with frost, the land is very white and wintery. Inside, Chris Moyles chats away on the radio to Kimberly from Girls Aloud about when they climbed Mount Kilimanjaro.

As the sun continues to rise, even the sun visors can’t keep it out of our eyes. You know how it is when the sun sits at that level, right in your eye line and you can’t see anything. So for a while, we drive along hoping that whenever we turn into a road it isn’t a one way street or there isn’t a car waiting to pull out.

We make our way through the Scottish Borders, at one point stopping in the back of beyond at a tiny little petrol station that also seems to double as a post office. It’s a pretty old fashioned thing to come across, but there’s something sweet about it.

After a short time we make it back to Carlisle, back to normality. Dean carries on his journey, getting the train down to Liverpool, while I go back to uni that afternoon. Back to real life where Skye and our little adventure with Tom becomes just a fun memory.