We left Edinburgh, crossing the Queensferry Crossing, went up into the Highlands through valleys, past dams and lochs, took many detours because of poor mobile coverage, and ended up sleeping next to a dam.
aparcamiento (rural) 🅿️🌲
We walked through a beautiful Edinburgh, but it was crowded with tourists and cars. We discovered magical alleys, rain every five minutes... and a McMenu watched by a hungry dog.
Empty fridge, endless traffic, and a town that was more gray than pretty... but we ended the day playing in a huge park with luxurious grass. And our bellies were full!
We stayed another day on the coast opposite Cramond. I played with the ball, I went into the water up to my back, and we met a Sicilian couple who only spoke with their hands. Everything's fine!
Today we said goodbye to Tito Joan, we did a runner from the airport parking, and ended the day walking on the sea towards Cramond Island. Oh, and I also got my feet wet.
I wanted to cross the river to follow Papi Edu, but the current almost swept me away. We visited Steall Falls, the Glenfinnan Viaduct and prepared Tito Joan's farewell.
A day without castles or magic stones, but with mud, washing machines, strange noises… and a surprise at the airport that made me jump for joy with my paws in the air!
Today we almost ended up in the water... but with wheels! We visited Scotland's craziest boat wheel, the giant metal horses and learned that if you read 'MO7S' on the ground, you're in the wrong lane!
I was mesmerized watching sailboats climb a water staircase, I visited a coliseum without lions, and I discovered that Dracula also built churches. We slept without a view, but without any problems.
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.
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.
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!