From sunny south up to the rough north

After landing in Dover, we went through Canterbury and Saffron Walden (what the hell is Saffron Walden?) to Cambridge. In Saffron Walden there is England's largest turf maze, which we also patiently walked, 1.5km to the middle. In Saffron Walden, we also witnessed two men being kicked out of the pub early in the evening due to a fight, and later in the night, teenagers with their cars making ear-splitting noise on a public parking lot by continuously "drifting" in circles until they probably had no more tread left on their tires. That was Saffron Walden, which in my opinion, can be safely ignored. We continued towards Cambridge, and in the best weather, we spent two days resting at a beautiful campsite and went to Cambridge once by bike and once by Uber. Cambridge is great, during a ride on the River Cam, we saw the famous colleges, and you wish you were a student again. The Uber taxi driver later gave us his perspective on the colleges and, of course, had an opinion on Brexit. But as I mentioned in the last article, in England, you are constantly confronted with both sides of the coin. From Cambridge, we continued through Sherwood Forest, Major Oak, and other giants (beautiful ancient, awe-inspiring oak trees) to Stonyhurst, where we picked up Henriette. She has a week off, and we want to spend it together in Scotland. When we reached the Scottish border, it was raining. On the first beautiful campsite in Hoddom Castle, everyone is wearing rubber boots and the playground is full of children despite the pouring rain, only ours stay in the motorhome and ask for TV. Heading further north, the weather doesn't get better, but the landscape becomes more impressive, and as a friendly Brit said to me on a campsite while washing up, "you don't come to Scotland for the weather!".