A South West Scotland Bus Ride and a Blacksmith's Shop
6 December 2025
Have you ever looked at the way the England / Scotland border fluctuates as it makes its way across the country? Whilst people may think of it as an east-west route, it's far more of a south-west to north-east direction (see the map here).
If you go to just north of Berwick-upon-Tweed, to the border on the eastern side of the country, and head due west, you will come to the west side of the mainland just north of Largs, and will scrape through the southern side of Greater Glasgow as you do so.
But head due south of Largs, until you come parallel with Carlisle, and you will be in the village of Glenluce, Wigtownshire, having stayed in Scotland all the way. It's then a trek east of some 75 miles back to Carlisle, although you would get your feet wet if you tried to walk it as there are two stretches of water in the way!
The moral of this story is that it's far quicker to reach Scotland from the south if you travel up the western side of the country rather than the eastern side!
And I am venturing into Scotland today from Carlisle. The only city in Cumbria, Carlisle's early history is marked by the establishment of a settlement called Luguvalium to serve forts along Hadrian's Wall in Roman Britain. Because of its proximity to Scotland, it became an important military stronghold in the Middle Ages.
I'm taking the Stagecoach Cumbria and North Lancashire route 79 across the border. This service isn't showing up on BusTimes.org (either at the time of my visit or as I write this), suggesting some Open Data gap at the Stagecoach end. I am eventually able to confirm, via the Stagecoach website itself, that the service does exist!
The bus, and its passengers, have to jostle for space in the cramped Bus Station:
I'm boarding the 1025 service towards Dumfries - an Enviro300. The service is broadly half-hourly as far as Annan, becoming hourly the rest of the way.
It's just over eight miles north, as the crow flies, to the Scottish border. Immediately before the border is Longtown. This town has a sheep market which was at the centre of the foot-and-mouth crisis of 2001.
Immediately after Longtown, we cross the border and reach the town of Gretna, which has a very famous suburb... I shall come back to this later (both literally and in this article).
The town of Annan is named after the river that flows through it. It looks like a decent place as I head through, especially the Town Hall, with its clock tower. This building was completed in 1878 and is a Category B listed building.
There's a small bus interchange just off the High Street, comprising of three stances. There's also the inviting "Quarter Cake Cafe" adjacent:
We're in the heart of Dumfries and Galloway here. Until recently, this area would have seen a strong Stagecoach presence. However, Stagecoach West Scotland withdrew the majority of its services from this area from August 2025. At the time of my visit in mid-September, replacement services are in place, but are still bedding in (as I will discover later). A preview of what I am expecting to travel on later comes in the form of a minibus working a local service for Houston's.
It's a stunning rural ride from Annan to Dumfries. There don't seem to be any houses of more than one storey in Cummertrees, where bungalows line both sides of the main street. By the time we reach Mouswald, we are on narrow roads in the middle of nowhere. It's probably somewhere around here that I manage to get a decent picture of the countryside - miles and miles of it in every direction!
I would love to get off the bus and wait for an opportunity to take a lovely rural picture with a bus in it, but I'm rather risk-averse and wonder what I could do with myself for an hour in such a landscape (probably not even surf the internet - I doubt there's much of a signal round here)!
I reach Dumfries, on time, at 1205. I am hoping to have a couple of minutes to breathe and take a decent view of the River Nith, which flows from the Solway Firth to the south. But I only manage a quick photo:
This photo gives a hint of the Devorgilla Bridge, which dates back to the 15th Century. (A better view, from the opposite bank, is available on Google Streetview.)
Dumfries is nicknamed "Queen of the South" (also the name of the town's football club). Robert the Bruce killed his rival, John Comyn III of Badenoch, in the town in 1306, before he became King of Scots.
An impressive list of well-known people who were educated at Dumfries Academy includes J M Barrie (author of "Peter Pan"), John Laurie (actor best-known as Private Fraser in "Dad's Army"), singer John Hanson and cartoonist Alex Graham (the creator of "Fred Basset"). Meanwhile, broadcaster Kirsty Wark was born in the town, and archaeologist and historian Neil Oliver grew up in Ayr and Dumfries.
There's a small series of bus stances in the Whitesands area of town. In 1659, 10 women were executed here after being found guilty of diverse acts of witchcraft by Dumfries Kirk Session (the Kirk Session minutes record nine witches).
It's a lot quieter today! But my 1215 departure on route 381 to Lockerbie, operated by Houston's, has already pulled up on the stand. There are warnings online that some timetables in this area may be incorrect. I don't want to risk missing this service if the timing I have is wrong and it's going earlier...
And it's not quite what I have been expecting either. Forget the 15-seat minibus. Forget the ADL Enviro200 or Optare Solo. Think instead of a full-size coach - as that's what has turned up!
I presume Houston's is still bedding in at this stage. It was one of the big winners of Stagecoach's withdrawal from the region, with a significant increase in the number of buses on its rosters. So it's quite understandable if they haven't quite secured enough buses at this stage. It's a little unfortunate that the first passenger for this coach run is on crutches - she has to navigate four steps into the saloon.
My timetable is correct, and the coach sets off, on schedule, at 1215. We're on our way into the country again, passing Dumfries Railway Station along the way:
This is a straight-forward run as there's only really one road to link Dumfries with Lockerbie. The countryside we are passing through is delightful.
The only intermediate town on this route is Lochmaben. Standing four miles west of Lockerbie, this town is small (population 2,180 in 2020), but has been inhabited since "earliest times", owing to (1) its strategic position on the routes from England to Scotland and Ireland; (2) the small lochs surrounding it; and (3) the relatively fertile soil in the area.
The ruins of Lochmaben Castle, which was originally built in the 12th Century, nestle across the appropriately-named Castle Loch.
We are briefly reunited with the River Annan as we cross the Shillahill Bridge outside Lockerbie.
Despite no obvious delays along the way, we reach Lockerbie six minutes late, at 1250.
Lockerbie came to international attention in December 1988, when the wreckage of Pan Am Flight 103 crashed there following a terrorist bomb attack aboard the flight. More recently, archaoelogists in 2006 discovered the remains of an 88 feet by 26 feet Neolithic timber hall that dated to somewhere between 3950 BC to 3700 BC.
My connection is going to be into the 1302 service 382 to Gretna. It's noticeable that bus stops here do not carry route numbers or any timetable information.
As the service I am catching is also a Houston's operation, it does cross my mind that the same coach might come back as my 382. However, what turns up is much more what I was expecting both the previous bus and this one to be - a 15-seat Mercedes-Benz Sprinter.
Lockerbie Town Centre seems to have been occupied by five concrete sheep:
This Sprinter is very smooth running, although it's bumpy at the back (behind the rear wheels) and the legroom is dreadful. There are six of us leaving Lockerbie. The driver has the BBC World Service on the radio for part of the journey but then switches it off and quiet is restored.
Briefly. One passenger uses the opportunity of the journey to deal with some official organisation over the phone. By the time he gets off the bus I know his name, his address, his date of birth (he's nine days younger than me!) and something of the allowances that he is claiming.
Unlike the very direct 381, this journey feels like it is running all over the place! There seem to be a number of turns and some pretty tight roads which probaby best suit a minibus (but see below)...
We cross the A74(M), which will never be far away during this trip.
There's a glimpse of some water in the distance. It's too close to be the sea, so my guess is that it's the River Annan once again:
The village of Ecclefechan sounds to me like it should be Welsh rather than Scottish. I may not be far out with that, actually. Fechan is the same as the Welsh word and means "little". The first part of the name is the equivalent of the Welsh "eglwys", meaning church.
Thomas Carlyle (1795-1881), essayist, historian and philosopher, was born here. Known as the "Sage of Chelsea", his writings strongly influenced the intellectual and artistic culture of the Victorian era. After relocating to London, Carlyle published "The French Revolution: A History" in 1837, which became a popular success. In later life, he founded the London Library, and helped to establish the National Portrait Galleries in London and in Edinburgh,
There are just two of us on the bus by the time we come into the environs of Gretna. I get the impression that the bus is doing a full sweep of the town before it gets to the centre.
Does this parish need any introduction? Gretna Green is world-famous as a place that people could elope to in order to get married. An Act of Parliament, passed in 1753, provided that consent to a marriage had to be given by the parents if both parties were not at least 21 years old. This Act did not apply in Scotland, which allowed boys to marry at 14 and girls at 12, with or without parental consent. This resulted in people eloping across the border to get married.
Scottish law also allowed for "irregular marriages", meaning that if a declaration was made before two witnesses, almost anybody had the authority to conduct the marriage ceremony. The blacksmiths in Gretna Green became known as "anvil priests", and the local blacksmith and his anvil have became lasting symbols of Gretna Green weddings. Today there are several wedding venues in and around Gretna Green, from former churches to purpose-built chapels. The services at all the venues are always performed over an iconic blacksmith's anvil.
Nowadays there are hotels, events and a Visitor Centre.
The 382 finally reaches Central Avenue, which appears to be the centre of Gretna. The journey has taken the scheduled 43 minutes. The driver does seem to be in quite a hurry as, by the time I have got off the bus and prepared my camera for a picture, he is already steaming around the corner...
The town of Gretna is about three-quarters of a mile from Gretna Green, and started to form from around 1915. HM Factory Gretna, codenamed Moorside, was a cordite munitions factory built between Gretna Green and the Solway Firth, to supply ammunition to British forces during World War I, and the town is reported to have grown from that.
There's quite a significant bus stop here for me to wait at:
Such a shame that the timetables in local stops around here are woefully out of date, and I don't think the recent upheaval in services in this area can explain the age of these timetables:
From here I am just heading back to Carlisle on the 79, having had a lovely time few hours exploring the Scottish side of the border. My return is on an ADL Enviro200 MMC, with full audio announcements and next stop displays.
There's one more surprise for me in Carlisle. A handful of journeys on route 382 continue from Gretna into Carlisle, via the M6 motorway - as the A74(M) becomes as soon as it crosses the border into England. I stumble across one of these journeys in Carlisle later the same afternoon. Remember my comment above about how a minibus is probably best-suited for some of the tight roads? Well this 382 is another coach! And it's not even the same one I travelled on earlier.
This is a lovely part of the world to explore, and who wouldn't want to admit that they had visited Gretna Green...?
BELOW: An approximation of the route described above
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