As I have travelled around the Rhinns I seem to have passed through Stranraer several times but now it’s time to leave.
The old ferry port looks rather sad with all the parking area overgrown. The terminal must have provided many jobs for the locals at one point. Anyway, the site is now up for sale. What will it be next? a marina, a water theme park, who knows.
I thought I would give a plug to the wonderful campsite I have been staying at for the last few nights. It is the North Rhinns Camping at Leswalt, near Stranraer.
Kath and Rob have done a good job in setting up an idyllic woodland setting with clearings for individual pitches. They are keen on promoting the site as a quiet site and the facilities are clean and tidy.
Portpatrick is the Start or End point for the South Upland Way. This is a long distance 212 mile coast to coast walk to Cocksburnpath on the East coast.
I start today by following the path out of Portpatrick and along the coast to the lighthouse at Killantringan Bay where it then turns inland towards Stranraer. I follow the path until it crosses the road and this is where I part company with it.
My intention today was to walk from Port Logan to Portpatrick but after about three miles I got a phone call from my daughter to say that my wife, Christine had been taken into hospital overnight with stomach pains. It turned out that she had a hernia and they were operating that morning to repair it.
After retracing my steps back to the car, returning to the campsite I was staying at and packing up I set off back home. Six hours later I has able to see my wife at the hospital who was still a bit sleepy after the operation.
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.
My day started badly with my car running on empty all the way to Glenluce. I had to drive all the way to Castle Kennedy to get a fill up and then back to Glenluce to start todays walk.
I imagine that for locals the town of Glenluce is a much more leisurely place now that the A75 bypasses the town. No more big lorries thundering down the main street as they come from the port at Cairnryan.
On the way into Monreith I come across a memorial to Gavin Maxwell who wrote an autobiographical book called “A Ring of Bright Water”. It tells of him bringing an otter back from Iraq and taking it for walks along the beach. The story was later made into a successful film.
At Port William I take a breather and of course a coffee and cake. I then walk around the harbour to the seafront where I notice a stone has been laid.