The Rinns of Galloway – the most southerly part of Scotland and right at the bottom standing at the tip on the Mull of Galloway with views to The Isle of Man is the lighthouse —
That’s where I went today leaving Christmas behind. Not just Christmas but cars and people – a beautiful day like today after the storms and I had it all to myself —
From my flat to the lighthouse is about sixty five miles and with traffic free roads I was there in jig-time. But it wasn’t a day for hanging around the point. It might only have been about six degrees centigrade but there was a wind coming off the sea that could skin a softie like me so after a short walk and a photo or two —
I headed off across the narrow undulating roads to Port Logan —
Port Logan was closed – but the beautiful bay —
and the picturesque wee harbour were meat and drink to a guy with a camera —
Next port of call was to be Portpatrick but I spotted my first wild geese of the year on the edge of a flooded field by the roadside along the way and they were decent enough to hang around while I took a pic – lovely —
Portpatrick has it all.
An imposing hotel sited above the bay and harbour —
An equally imposing Parish church on the road into town for the masses —
and what must be the smallest church in the country just down the street for the Episcopaleans —
With a well established palm tree across the road all I need as a couple of stiff rum and cokes and I could well imagine I’m in Malaga —
The gravestones in the old church yard would make for interesting reading on a dull day —
and I’m sure there’s also a fair bit of history attached to the tower and ruined church.
I asked this old boy if he knew anything about the ruins but he just ignored me and kept his unblinking gaze out to sea —
No worries – I wandered round the harbour to what must be the smallest toilet in the world – there’s barely room to shake your thing. It must have been built by the wee episcopaleans that worship in the tiny church up the road —
I needn’t have worried because next I got caught in the spray coming over the rocks as I tried to take a pic of the memorial for lost lifeboat men up on the right —
Time to go on the hill road towards Stranraer hoping to get a shot across Loch Ryan to the Ferry port at Cairnryan but stopped on the way when a host of Alec Salmond’s wind turbines caught my eye —
These things are everywhere and the jury is still out on whether they will be the answer to keeping the lights on.
Ahhh – the ferries – with Stenna Line in pole position in the race across the sea to Ireland —
It was a pleasure to be out there in the sunshine at this time of year and I even took time to catch the sunset over The Machars on my way home —
But – I was so knackered I couldn’t find the energy to cook my Christmas dinner. No worries – It can wait till Boxing day as no doubt I have just experienced the lull before the storm 🙂
The Rinns of Galloway