Moffat, Scotland

We have completed our first day of traveling and are now settled into the Moffat Inn in Moffat where the security code for their internet is 'Braveheart'. Brilliant!
No pictures to post since we we spent about 6 hours driving through the countryside. If you can, however, imagine sheep (white sheep, black sheep, white sheep with black faces) and lots of wee little lambs (white lambs, black lambs and white lambs with black faces) in pastures, on hillsides, or being herded by dogs, you will pretty much have the general gist of things. Actually quite lovely (if repetitive) even during this rather barren time probably just a couple of weeks from every plant and tree sprouting out.
We also drove past a place where somewhere there is a surviving albeit small section of Hadrian's Wall but it had started raining and was looking ominous up ahead so we didn't detour.
We did learn that Liverpool is no where near London. How many of you thought it was just outside of London?
And we walked around Moffat. The town consists of its High Street (note: High Street is the equivalent of Main Street as far as being the main commerical thoroughfare in a town and apparently is the origin of the highway) and a few little side streets. All very quaint but mercifully a short stroll since it's cold and raining.
Having dinner at the Annandale Arms two doors down the Street and looking forward to a Scottish breakfast in the morning which will include Haggis and Black Pudding. Mmmmm. Mmmmm. Mmmmmm.