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Bakewell, UK to Stirling, UK via Hadrian's Wall. Early rise, early start. A quick shower and an equally frustrating battle with dismantling the tent saw us back on the road. Another dreary start to the day could not take anything away from the beauty of the scenery as we wound our way through the Peaks District. Scenery short lived, and back on the motorway to make our major assault on the north.
Our next destination was campsite #2 (Auchterarder Caravan Park, Stirling) and Perth. En route the executive decision was made to stop off and see Hadrian's Wall, a very wise choice indeed. We stopped off at a few points along the actual wall to soak in this amazing Roman structural feat. Drinking as much of the scenery as we could, we decided to quench our thirst for history by visiting Vindolanda, the largest excavation of a Roman settlement in the UK.
With time (the evil mistress she is) being against us, we had to hit the road again to make it to our camp before dark. Arriving just after the reception had closed, we rang the bell to summon one of the friendliest men on the planet, who between chatter and complimenting our mini (reliving his youth) and showed us where to pitch. With dark and rain setting in, we wrangled our tent into submission a little easier than the night before. Success.
By this time hunger had set in and it was time to whip out the camp stove (compliments of Simon Boulter) and burn some food… if only we could get it to work. Taking shelter from the wet in the washing up hut next to the toilet block we set about getting some hot soup into our bellies. Setup, no worries. Connecting fuel, check. Flames that almost burnt down the hut, inevitable. Whoever designed these little burners did not anticipate 3 feet of flames. Neither did we. Some time later, we managed what we thought was a reasonable sized flame and started to heat our soup. The next obstacle, stopping the flame going out. The solution, two packs of matches. After half an hour, Liz and I were enjoying our luke-warm tomato soup, more akin to gazpacho.
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