At around 3 PM this afternoon I entered Scotland, which as far as I can tell is a lawless land where anything goes. It is, apparently, totally fine for you to camp just about wherever you want, which I think is pretty neat. At least, that’s how I understand it, and hopefully nobody tries to reeducate me.
I’m going to keep this short because, as a result of the above, I am literally posting this from inside a tent about twenty yards from the highway and it’s a rather uncomfortable place to type. Also because I don’t want anyone to see the light from the laptop screen. Again, trying to avoid reeducation on the whole camping rights issue.
Glasgow is the new long-term destination, should be there in five days or so. Hopefully I’ll have time to write up something longer between now and then.
Walking from Land's End to John O'Groats 
Ah tae be in bonnie Scotland.
Th’ hill ‘n’ th’ heather, th’ bonnet, th’ plaid, th’ kilt ‘n’ th’ feather, wi’ bonny landscape, hum dinger waither, bonny lochs bit whaur an Sassenach kin fin’ his-sel chased o’er th’ heath by wild unicorns.
Be canny lad.