We had to be up and away early in order to drive up to Falkirk in Scotland for our only Scottish show. There were a number of dates booked but a clash of dates with major festivals meant that they had to be cancelled. I do question the wisdom of one isolated show involving hundreds of extra miles travelling, with very early starts, but I'm not booking the tour, just playing the bass. We were booked into a Metro Inn near Falkirk, just a few miles from the booking and we arrived mid afternoon after a trip up the A1 through Northumberland. The sun was shining (why does it never shine on our days off?) and the countryside was beautiful.
This was all unfamiliar territory to me but Chris had driven the route a few times and pointed places he'd visited along the way.
When we arrived at our hotel it looked familiar. It was formerly a Formule One hotel, where the accomodation is basic to say the least. There are no en-suite facilities (not that that worries me), but the WC and showers are placed at the ends of the corridors and remind me of caravan holidays. There's even that slight rocking as if you're in a caravan. Ah well, it's only one night and we have an early start in the morning.
Need a drink? There's a vending machine in the lobby. Something to eat? Vending machine. You can, however, get wi-fi and there are toasters and microwaves in the lobby area. No chairs, just stools. This is cheap but very basic accomodation.
When we arrived back after the show it was almost 1 in the morning and we were looking forward to some tea and toast. The toasters were cordoned off. Closed.
Never mind. We were on the ground floor so we opened the window and passed the coolbox and tea making equipment through. We sat eating ham sandwiches and drinking tea before turning in.
Chris slept in the van. Not because there was no room, but because we can wake him easier if he's already in the van.
And we had a very early start the next day.
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