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216 CARAVAN DAYSother how much we were benefiting by the seaair.But the chief sensation of the evening wasthe passing, after dark, of the Belfast boat.In the morning we drove intoturned her head for the East.Stranraer andAs for the town of Berwick, I am remindedof the views of Brigadier Gerard upon Venice.It was, he thought, the most ridiculous place hehad ever seen, for he could not imagine how thedesigner of it had ever intended his cavalry tooperate. In the same way the designer ofBerwick clearly overlooked caravans. We arrivedby a sort of tortuous little slum on the South ofthe river, where the road was up and it wasdecidedly jumpy work creeping along betweendeep trenches. Then came the Border Bridge,which isvery long and narrow, and on the farside we had tomake our way through narrow,streets. It was much thesteep, angular, pavedmost difficult town we had passed through.But now at last we were headed straight forHaddington, which had been our final goal. Ithad exercised a strong compulsion on us for weeksback, tucked awayas itwas in the most inconvenientcorner that it was possible to find.The old coast road from Berwick to Edinburghiseasy travelling all the way, with fine sea views