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Sunday, August 07, 2016
The phoniest town in Great Britain
Welcome to Gretna Green, Scotland. This place is about ten miles north of Carlisle, where I spent the last week. Apparently Gretna used to be the place for quicky marriages once England started getting strict about that, in 1754. It's been dining out on being the British Vegas ever since - for instance here, in "undiscovered (ha!) Scotland".
First I give you the second national language of the Scots:
Next, we have the national mammal:
"Thank Columbus for the New World", sigh the local sheep.
If you're a tourist to the Border Marches, like I was, my recommendation is - if you simply cannot stay in England - to keep on driving. The town does at least retain some amusement value for just being that tacky.
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