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Between a castle where I played at being Sir Chuly and a valley with a slippery river, we had a great time... until I decided that the climb wasn't for me. Luckily the ferry didn't get away.

Sun, menhirs, an outdoor shower, and caves full of magical stones... until the midges attacked. Escape by car and a happy ending by the sea, bug-free!

We woke up very late, crossed rainy moors and took out pounds at a gold price just for some fishless chips. In the end, a bumpy ferry, Scottish rain and a mysterious night on the invisible island.

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We saw tacky luxury, poetry in a skirt, and a shower with no pressure. I was expecting a ball, but only animal feed and drizzle came down. Scotland? More like Squalor-land.

From the southernmost point of Scotland we saw the Isle of Man and Ireland. Then in Portpatrick we walked among cliffs and wind to another almost identical lighthouse. Day of views, lighthouses and ears flapping in the wind!

From total relaxation in Wigtown harbor to the cliffs of the Mull of Galloway. With a medieval tower, sacred ruins, and a saint's cave. And me smelling it all, of course.

Between stone cones, killer midges and absurd payment signs, we crossed a lake, went around a thousand times and ended up in a port where the river ebbs and flows with the tide.

Neither castles nor bagpipes: our entry into Scotland was discreet. Rain, mud, a miraculous hose… and a free-for-all against hellspawn.

We spent the night tossing and turning like croquettes in a pan in the wind. And on top of that, we're sore! But even so, today we had magic stones, streets with shops for mountain-loving humans, and a viewpoint with a final surprise.

Up the mountain, down the mountain… almost 18 km of adventure, wind in your face and legs pushed to their limit. But with a sandwich, a nap, and a stunning view, who's complaining?

Between treacherous thorns, winds that tousle your hair, and English rain, we crossed half the island in search of a dry corner. Did we find it? Yes! But the thorns are still in my canine memory…

Robin Hood didn't show up, but a hill did, and it nearly made me breathe out of my ears. Then we saw a very important ruined church, although we had to spy on it from over the wall. Great plan.