We left the rainy hotel and picked up David before heading South – with the aim of dropping me off in Pensby and GB and David going on to France....

At first the views of the last fortnight were just a memory as we stared into the mist and rain.

But as we reached Beattock it began to clear a little.

We stopped at Annandale Water for coffee and in the car park I said goodbye to my last Scottish style post box until my next trip North whenever that may be.

A selection of opportunists were taking advantage of the litter that humans create, including this Black-headed Gull in his smartest breeding plumage.

With David at the wheel we headed over the border.

And over Shap... to home, in time for lunch.