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So, here we are, North of the Border, or rather West of it because if you travel due east from here through Gretna and out the other side you'll be back in England again. That's England in the picture, across the Solway Firth. Berwick-upon-Tweed is about 80 miles to the North of where we live now, but this is Scotland, alright. The day we arrived our furniture was still in Sheffield. We couldn't work out how to put the central heating on, there were no firelighters to get the log burner going even if we were capable of doing it and the gas fire doesn't ignite, so it was a cold 'un. I had to admire Petal's quick decision, when we went for an early night on a couple of airbeds, to assign the one that had gone flat to me. Consequently, I spent the night on the floor. As if that wasn't uncomfortable enough, when I did finally get to sleep I was awakened by cats sitting on my feet. They had been such heroes on the journey up that we'd decided to l...