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Written by Richard Apps
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Wednesday, 23 August 2006 |
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Page 1 of 4 29/08/05[No time stated] Must have been suffering severe honest to goodness melancholia yesterday. It would appear that I am a miserable git. OK so today, Monday I'm sitting in the sun at Windermere Station. I reckon my cold is on the way out - just need to keep with the drugs. Rog is due in a few minutes and the world at large is good.
 Rog on route to the Old Man of Stoer We've cocked up the music situation but then I don't think that matters that much - there's the radio and chat - not that I can do much chat right not - voice is still off from the cold. Am wondering what Rog is planning for the day. Yesterday he was all about a lie in; today he was up - [entry ends]23:23 Ullapool OK so we've mostly driven today. Must have covered well in excess of 300 miles. A bloody good effort from Rog. The place we're staying at is odd. Not least the scary South African lass at reception - What is going on there - she must be 50 and kinda weird with us, as in wanted Cash upfront - Now.£70 notes for a twin , food £26. Met a nice Slovak girl serving beer who recommended a properly crap pub down the road. Oh well never mind. Not everyone can have immaculate taste. Tomorrow we warm up on the old man of Stoer about 40 miles from Ullapool if I guess correctly. Shopping list for tomorrow. - Drugs - for the colds
- Writing paper + Envelopes + Stamps
- Toothpaste!
- Towel
- Brain
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