Okay, so I have to confess it was just one American driving in Scotland. My broken foot was still in a boot and an automatic car is more expensive to rent, so we ended up with a manual and I never learned to drive one. So, my husband did all the work. And trust me, it was work!
I did my best not to scream every time we turned and a car was coming at us in the lane I wasn’t used to. Most of the time I held it in, but occasionally I freaked a bit. The last thing I wanted to do was make things harder on him.
They have these things in Scotland called single track roads. If it wasn’t enough that my super hubby had to learn to drive on the opposite side of the road, half the time, there was only one lane, sometimes with cliffs dropping off on one side and the wall of a mountain on the other.
There are passing zones on the side where you are supposed to pull over to let the car going in the opposite direction go. There are all kinds of rules, but by the time we found the nifty little single track road driving brochure at one of our stops, my husband had already mastered the skills.
Another issue to deal with was sharing the road with sheep. This was especially difficult when a pair decided that they were happy sauntering down the paved path that was sometimes as small as the W&OD bike trail in Northern Virginia. I have a video of it, but it’s too long to add here, so this is a picture of another time we ran into sheep on the slightly wider road here.
We ran into some very interesting street signs. This one came up quite often, but it’s pretty hard to catch signs from a moving vehicle.
Some of the signs were a little unnerving.
But this one is my all time favorite.
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