So I had a good beer about 1/10th of a mile into the run, but my goal right now is to get my stamina back to the point that I can do a 20 miler whilst pausing for pints at 6 or 7 pubs along the way so I am trying to avoid too many runs that turn into pub crawls. However, as a fully fledged acolyte of the Church of Beavis and Butthead I could not pass by this sign:
Uh-huh-huh-huh-huh-huh-huh-huh-huh-huh-huh-huh-huh-huh-huh-huh-huh-huh
The last time I ran this route it was raining and I was wearing glasses with a massive scratch on one lens from a foul tip in a batting cage in Tucson. I simply went right past the place. You can surely excuse the fact that I should have SENSED the name when I point out that the pint of Royal Wedding Sapphire I had cost £3.20 despite it being a week after the wedding (this stuff has a shelf life) and that this fairly standard highway inn is truly shit.
That does it. I’m coming over there to run(and ride the bike). I have to see that Sally’s Pussey place. My ancestors are from The Borders (Kelso) and I would love to check out where they lived. I’ve got my eye on running The Highland Trail 100.
Great blog, by the way.