Gatehouse Of Fleet

It's so peculiar- I feel as though I have been away for months, but it's only been three days!On Saturday afternoon I went to Dumfries by train, via Carlisle. As usual, the west coast service was late (the doors got stuck at Preston and we then followed a slow train up the line, they told us). I caught the Dumfries train by the skin of my teeth. Many drunken Scotsmen and their families were on board, talking at maximum volume. A young girl sat opposite me and smiled, then did a bunk at Gretna Green after the conductor asked for her ticket.The hotel was very 'Blackpool'. There were no batteries in the TV remote, and the used tissue with lipstick on it told a story of unwashed sheets. Oh, the joys of travelling!There are three buses to Gatehouse Of Fleet from Dumfries on Sundays. The dastardly company Stagecoach used to run the service but pulled out after they asked the council for more money and the council said 'no'. But in Scotland, the buses show up.The Galloway countryside is…