Today I reach the Southern most tip of Scotland, the Mull of Galloway. It is hard to image that this point is roughly the same latitude as Hartlepool on the North East coast of England.
The day starts as as one of those stop and go days, stopping to chat to people on the way. I leave Drummore by the harbour where I meet the first person.
He was the owner of a B&B near the harbour. I remarked about a boat that looked stripped down and he told me it was a “HAM” class minesweeper, HMS Pagham from the Second World war. The boat was sold to a private owner for a nominal fee who stripped the boat of usuable parts and has left what remains in the harbour.
The second person I meet was starting an old tractor up on the drive to his bungalow. I remarked that it looked about the same age as me and in the same condition (in need of restoration). He was about pull his boat down to the waters edge to go fishing for pollock off the Mull of Galloway. If the wind got up he would be high tailing it back home.
The third person I met was Brian who runs the Maryport Caravan Park . He was a thoroughly nice guy and interesting to talk to. He took a video of me walking through the site and posted it on Facebook. The Caravan site is in a lovely spot and looks to be well run. I just thought I would give it a plug.
The lighthouse at the Mull of Galloway is worth a visit. You can go up the lighthouse and visit the museum for a small fee. There are also great views out to sea and the Isle of Man is visible. There is also an eco friendly café and information centre where the grassed soil roof blends in with the landscape.
I continue on my way to Port Logan but after climbing numerous fences, wading through rough grass and brambles, and finally getting chased by a herd of inquisitive bullocks and with the “big daddy” making tracks to see what all the fuss was about, I made a hasty exit to the road which I stayed on to Port Logan.