As “The Tank” hurtled around the pristine cinder track I feared my immortal soul was in severe danger of being well and truly barbequed. I was going to be late and God knows where I was going to park. I was tempted, but I knew I was unlikely to find a suitable space in here…this was a “long stay” zone and (thankfully) I only needed a spot for a couple of hours.
A few minutes earlier I had stopped in a small access to allow J and M-I-L to disembark, J rushing back down the street to see if I could park in the turnoff we’d just passed. It was obvious that this access wasn’t commonly used…or so I thought!
A car pulled in behind me demanding to be let in and as a result was successfully blocking Mar Place, the main access road up to Stirling Castle – in the middle of the tourist season. The ancient narrow streets on the approach to the castle were suddenly clogged with disgruntled…and most definitely stationary, visiting traffic. I was left with no option but to carry on up the access which, much to my irritation, immediately deteriorated from tarmac road to small gravel track. I checked the time and panic set in. Down went the foot on the accelerator pedal.
I bumped over another slightly flattened slab in a deluge of cut flowers. I appeared to be in a one way system…with no idea whether I was going the correct way. Still there shouldn’t be the normal slow moving weekday traffic to contend with. With no sign of either Hammond or May I reckoned I was well in front. Gravel spinning from under the tyres I made a token gesture at avoiding the well manicured lawns. Bloody stupid design for a road network. Why had they not thought of designing for rallying 4x4s.
The track tightened as “The Tank” and I careered round a hairpin. I still had 30 minutes left until the Bride arrived. Mind you, if the posh car was trying to park up here as well…then I could have a couple of hours in hand. Surely I could get out of here, find a parking space and rush back up to the church in time?
With a bit of luck things would become that wee bit easier…once I managed to find my way out of the cemetery.