Gail says I was Nice Nobby for most of the journey down South.
When we stopped for a break in Dunblane, the café owner brought me a bowl of water and told me I was better behaved than her husband. (I think it was a bit mean of Gail later to observe: "Of course, that might not be setting the bar too high Nobby".)
Overnight in Moffat I was introduced to the pleasures of hotel accommodation and only once during the night attempted to have a conversation with the Cavalier King Charles spaniel residing in the room next door. I had the impression he was a bit deaf, so I raised my voice...
We enjoyed an early morning stroll through the back streets of this delightful little town Scottish town,
I took one last look at our hotel before we continued south and across the border (no passport needed, yet, although Gail says that might change if a certain buffoon remains UK Prime Minister for much longer).
This is my first time in England, and the Yorkshire wildlife rather took me by surprise.
Last stop before finally reaching Nottingham was an agreeable romp in Sherwood Forest. (Gail and I have been watching the excellent recent BBC series 'Sherwood' . I'm pleased to report we didn't meet any sociopaths equipped with high tech bows and arrows on this particular walk...)
So we finally reached Gail's friend Janet's house in Nottingham. Gosh isn't it fun staying in someone else's house! So many new objects to deploy as teething aids... I can't imagine why both Gail and her lovely friend were looking a little ragged by bedtime.
Naughty Nobby? Surely not!
