Dumfries. Probably quite a decent city in itself, but bloody difficult to leave.
There are no signs for Carlisle. There are no signs for New Abbey, Castle Douglas or the coast, where we were headed.
There are plenty of signs saying 'All Routes'. Following these, we managed to go round Dumfries twice before finally finding a way out.
And there is one of the most spectacularly useless signs I've ever seen. It said 'tourist attractions'.
Er, right. Disneyland is a tourist attraction. Westminster Abbey is a tourist attraction. Oscar Wilde's grave in Pere Lachaise cemetery is a tourist attraction. The same kind of person doesn't probably want to visit all three.
And anyway, what are the tourist attractions of Dumfries?
We never found out. Eventually we found a road leading out of the city that got us, in a roundabout way, to Rockcliffe and Kippfold and the great expanses of low tide sand and mud that is the Solway Firth, and the view to the Lake District. On the whole, I was happy to miss the 'tourist attractions'.