A road trip with Jamie

After my pleasant railway journey yesterday I took a taxi from Darlington Station to Scotch Corner Services. At least that's what I thought I had done; the taxi driver dropped me at a small area with a Travelodge and a Little Chef. The sign said Skeeby. I asked the driver if he was sure that this was Scotch Corner services and he assured me that it was. I then got a phone call from Jamie, who had just arrived at the real Scotch Corner Services just up the road. It didn't take Jamie long to come and get me but you have to wonder what was going on in that taxi driver's head! It was so good to see my boy! We had a quick coffee then headed northwards. I had intended to share the driving but Jamie insisted on driving the whole way. I was still glad that I had gone to join him though, it meant that I could make sure that he was alert and concentrating. It also gave us the chance to have a lovely chat in the car, probably the longest chat that we have had in some time without other people there! He had a wonderful time in Norway with Nicola; it all sounded great. They went to Oslo, which he said had a great cathedral, then to Bergen, and then to Tromso which he said was his favourite town in Norway. They went to a place north of Bergen where they slept in a yurt, which was a round structure with wooden walls and a canvas roof. It had a fire in the middle and was lit by candles. They went dog-sledding and saw the Aurora Borealis. We got home in time for tea with James, Ally, Davie and Grandma, and Jamie showed us his pictures of Norway, which were excellent. He then packed up all the stuff that he had left at home and headed off to Dundee. Ally was studying hard for his next exam, which was today.