Southern Scotland Raid pt. I

It all started innocently enough. Master RouteFinder and the Grand Mahout met at Medial's house to await the arrival of the Rhubarb and Custard Crew. A 'last minute hitch' caused their non-appearance, with a hasty 'See you at the Midway Truck Stop' as Plan 'B'.



And so, Master RF and GM search the A49 for our colleagues.
Meanwhile, Medial Malleolus proved the that they were, indeed, in Scotland...


As time became 'of the essence', as it were, due to the RAC Crews' late appearance, we are magically transported without further photographic evidence, to the bowels of ferry, and the first chance to meet an associate of our old friend Dale.
Ladies and gentlemen, our Military Advisor, General E Witless...




Shennanigans followed...

Once Medial has regained coherence, I will translate more for your delectation and delight.