I’ve never been so glad of an MGCC Sunday run.
Having been denied access to the television all day Saturday thanks to my wife watching some guy called Harry having his megan markled, I was looking forward to a day out on the Sunday. I honestly don’t know what she sees in these cookery programs.
So it was with great delight that I joined my fellow calorie counters at Swanston Brasserie for the customary bacon or sausage roll, in preparation for hours of starvation until we reached our lunch stop at the Museum of Flight.
After a good catch up with the attendees, it was chocks away and we took off on our way to East Fortune.
Our route meandered over the Soutra Hills via Rosslyn Glen and Crichton where we were very excited to have a look at the Crichton ancestral home.
I have to say Nancy, your building maintenance routine is questionable and I would definitely consider changing gardeners. Nice setting though and I’m sure it will be lovely when you’re finished.
Passing Soutra Aisle, we were rewarded with a view across the Forth from the site of a Medieval Hospital. According to our notes, the hospital looked after “the poor, travellers and pilgrims, the aged…sick and infirm”. Sounds like most of us on the MG run!
Continuing on, we wound our way through Humbie towards Dunbar and ultimately to the Museum of Flight at East Fortune.
We parked up on the grass in front of the BAC 1-11, very photographic!
Now, I’m no expert on MGB’s but I’m fairly sure the oil should be inside the engine and not distributed around the engine bay as it was on the MaCrae example. A loose oil pressure pipe was found to be the culprit but in the process of investigating or as it’s known, sticking my head in the way, I managed to liberally cover the said “head” in engine oil. It’s the first time my hair hasn’t been grey in a long time! Unfortunately, Margaret didn’t take to my new look and promptly wiped it off.
As we had all used up our carefully calculated calories since breakfast, we headed for lunch. Some very tasty soup and sandwiches sorted us out and we headed off for a rummage around the museum, obviously starting with Concorde. A very impressive display although I think I have more room in my TF than the passengers had in Concorde. I must add, I’m not surprised that this Concorde has been laid up. There was no way it was going to pass an MOT with those tyres! The cockpit did give me some ideas for the TF though. You can’t have too many switches.
Tony then invited us to jump in our cars and gather in front of the Vulcan for an impromptu photo shoot. I spent ages trying to find Mr Spock until I realised it was a Vulcan bomber I was looking for. Being the shy and retiring type, I parked in the middle, right at the front.
Our afternoon complete, we headed off on our return journey home. Hopefully the roofers have finished at Nancy and Barry’s by the time they arrive home and the gardener can get stuck in shortly.
A fabulous day out with a beautiful drive, fascinating museum and above all, and most importantly, plenty food. Well done Nancy and Barry.