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.
aparcamiento (rural) 🅿️🌲
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!
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.
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…