Ah, Scotland! We stayed at Gretna, a quaint little town. I always thought that it was only Gretna Green where people fled to get married but there are two actual places.
This was the art work in our room, it was referred to as the Chloe room. We had Chloe cushions in a velour fabric as well as small counterpane across the bed.
Warren and I took a walk across the fields, there was a walkway, it went under the motorway, another couple of hundred metres and we were at Gretna Green. It is now a tourist place with goods for sale and lunch/coffee etc. There was about three kilometres between them.
Marriages were performed at the Old Smithy.
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