The long, hard slog...
We were up, showered, dressed, and packed by 8:15am this morning, and Sophie did most of the work, putting everything in the car and making a flask of coffee to drink on the journey. We had no choice but to take Olive, as I certainly didn't want to take our courtesy car with "Crash Repairs" emblazoned all over it! This meant we had to research charging stations along the way, and we planned to stop near Wetherby.
The sun was shining when we left, but we encountered cloud and a bit of fog on the A14 and M1. The traffic was heavy and stayed that way for the whole journey. I know I shouldn't compare the roads in the UK to France, but I thought fondly of the empty autoroutes in my favourite country, and the congestion made for unpleasant driving. I had to keep my wits about me the whole time!
As we made our slow progress north, the weather worsened, and we had rain when we reached the huge services at Wetherby. We were able to grab a rapid charging station and went into the services to use the facilities, buy a newspaper and some food from Greggs. On the journey, we've been on the lookout for inspiration for my next car, and we admired a new Renault Scenic but then found out the new versions are electric only...
It took almost an hour to recharge Olive to 99%, and we set off again on the A1(M), passing Scotch Corner, Durham and then weaving our way through heavy traffic in Newcastle. Sophie had planned on taking us through the Tyne Tunnel, but Jeeves must have had a change of plan, and he took us through the city on the motorway.
Once through Newcastle, we were on a two-lane highway, and the traffic did calm down a bit. Sophie directed me to the coastal town of Amble, where we planned on having lunch at a seafood restaurant called The Fish Shack. Since Wetherby, the charge had dropped again, and we realised that when Sophie charged her phone in the car, this gobbled up electricity as well!
We found a small car park with a charging point where we had planned on powering up Olive while we had lunch, but the time limit was just one hour... We gave up on that, found another car park, but the Pay and Display machines didn't accept cards. We were starting to feel extremely fed up, but the car park next door did take cards. Strange!
We walked the short distance to The Fish Shack to find out they were full and wouldn't be able to seat us for lunch. Arrghhh! One of the staff then told us about their sister restaurant, The Boat House, which might have free tables. It was a short walk away, across a grey expanse of tarmac bordered by an inlet of the sea where rusty fishing boats were moored. It was obvious that Amble was very much a working fishing town.
I was wearing totally the wrong clothes for the weather today, and had on a short-sleeved dress. Other, more sensible people were warmly clothed in jeans, jumpers and coats. Luckily, the restaurant had a table free, and we took our seats before perusing the huge menus. Chalkboards also advertised daily specials, and the dishes were not cheap! Our choice of fish and chips was £22.95.
The service was slow, and the waiter kept apologising, even though his colleague was more interested in clearing tables rather than taking our order. Eventually, our order was taken, and Sophie and I chose a 500ml carafe of French Sauvignon Blanc to drink with our meal, while Keith stuck to lager.
The food was very good, the portions large and the batter wonderfully crispy, with succulent haddock cooked to perfection. Keith was impressed! Sophie and I shared a creme brulée for pud, and we paid the bill.
"I'm not crossing the A1!"
Before heading to our Airbnb in the village of Netherton, we popped into a Morrisons supermarket on the outskirts of Amble and charged up Olive. We bought milk and pastries for tomorrow's breakfast and then sat in the car until we had 150 miles on the clock, watching people arrive to do their weekly shopping or collect their groceries. The experience today has made me determined not to buy an electric car until the range increases and the availability of rapid chargers increases. Travelling abroad with an electric car would make for a very long journey!
We followed Jeeves's directions to get to the house, but he wanted me to turn right over the hectically busy, two-lane A1, and I refused. Cars were travelling at speeds of 70 mph, and the thought of doing this broke me out in a cold sweat. When I was learning to drive, my instructor once wanted me to turn right across a dual carriageway near my house in rush hour, and she had to use her dual controls to get me across. It has been a problem for me ever since, and I look at cars waiting to cross on the busy A43 or A14 with horror!
Instead, I turned left, and when the road narrowed to one lane, I made a right turn. We then followed a very windey, up-and-downy road to the house. It was like being on a roller coaster! I pulled over twice to let locals whizz past me.
When we arrived at the group of holiday cottages, we found someone had taken our space, so we nicked another space and unpacked the car. We were delighted with the cottage, a four-bedroom barn conversion all on one level with a beautiful kitchen, living room with log burner and views across the Northumberland fells.