I've seen that saltire somewhere before

500 miles with no proclaimers song sung. Not even once. Even during the ex-hurricane. Which we pretty much missed the worst of. North, North, North all the way home. Mistimed it (or rather made too good time travelling) so missed out on seeing one of this islands best spots for murmurations at Gretna Green. But it's always good to get home after a crazy drive. And get back to your own bed. And tea bags. No soggy carpets. Just soggy moggys.