On my knees to pay for parking, steel horses gleaming in the sun, and a waiter who offered me water as soon as he saw me... and that's even though the castle didn't allow dogs!
🏴 Scotland - part 1
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.
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.
Here's the translation: 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.