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.
Scotland 🏴
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.