Oh babba, even coming from England (the rolling English drunkard made the rolling English road says Chesterton) I was frustrated by Scottish roads.

Not when with Limey - a modern Boudica if there ever was one, but an earlier trip.

Scots didn't get the Romans you see.
And in "didn't get" I mean killed any fucker who dared set foot on their soil.
So no olives, no wine and no straight roads.