Day twelve already! Getting deeper in to Scotland as we head for Greenock (just west of Glasgow).
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A small lighthouse peeping over the shorline between the ferry terminals on Loch Ryan.
Scottish pirates? Unlikely today in the quiet (almost empty) and the slightly smelly harbor of Ballantree.
Impressive views north along the coastal A77 road just before Lendalfoot.
What a great backdrop to Girvan. A few miles further on we tried to get close to Turnberry Lighthouse, unfortunately it’s now surrounded by a luxury Trump hotel and golf course, so we gave up…
The super impressive Culzean Castle, both inside and out. National Trust Scotland have clearly invested in the property and the facilities.
One way to show off the Kennedy family arms.
The remains of the small castle just as you enter Denure.
Just before Ayr, we arrived at the birthplace of the Scottish poet Robert Burns (this cottage).
A sculpture of Maggpie the horse and Tam, from the Burns poem Tam o’ Shanter.
Lovely flower displays on the seafront brightening up a rather dull Ardrossan.
Hourglass figured trees on the road to Portencross Castle.
Portencross Castle, and it started to absolutely pour down with rain, so surprised we managed to get any pictures at all of this 1300s castle.
Looking back from Fairlie to the silhouette of the cranes at the coal handling port of Hunterston Terminal.
As the rains cleared and the evening sun burst through the clouds, a huge rainbow appeared over Largs, which seemed a surprisingly busy holiday town.
Just before arriving at Greenock for the night, we made a quick stop at Cloch Point Lighthouse overlooking the Firth of Clyde, and now someones home.
Day eleven, wow the days are flying by, today we drove 135 miles from Newton Stewart to Stanraer… with quite a bit of rain to keep us company. Hence, the grey-ness of several of today’s photos.
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A sleepy little town curiously full of bookshops, and it turned out to be the book capital of Scotland.
For a small village it had 2 bowling greens, which may have been a good indicator of the towns demographics. Weirdly, according to the price list on the bowling green hut, men are charged more than women to play.
Isle of Whithorn
St Ninian’s Chapel from about the 1300’s, but still in pretty good condition, and look at those thick walls.
Not the most attractive of lighthouses, but we added it to our collection.
Swings with a view.
Whithorn Priory, founded in the 400s in Whithorn, considered to be Scotland’s oldest Christian settlement.
Not much left of the this fort on top of a hill, so here are the views south east to Point of Leg.
OK, you’ll have to use your imagination for what this chapel previously looked like.
At the remains of Glenluse Abbey it was so wet and stormy Jarno decided it would be better to stay in the car. Julian ventured out and took a look around despite a closed sign – maybe due to the weather?
On the way to the Mull of Galloway we passed through Drummore, eerily full of scarecrows in costumes, a local competition. Here are the winners according to CoastalRoadTrip.com
First place, what a winning combination a sheep on a bike with a cuddle me jumper.
Mull of Galloway
The most southerly point of Scotland at the Mull of Galloway lighthouse. And it was super windy! Some directions for you…
Certificates for climbing, amazing views from the top. Unfortunately the photographer missed to include the full lighthouse in the photo… doh! 😉
Finally got our Coastal Road Trip blog online! First 4 days in Wales (Cardiff to Dolgellau), though we're now in Scotland… so more to follow. Check it out: www.coastalroadtrip.com
Julian Sheard on Freitag, 18. August 2017
(not sure why the Facebook text is shown in German here.. I will hopefully work out how to correct)
Old stone lighthouse with a bell tower on Port Logan Pier.
Stormy seas crashing over the rocks at Portpatrick, a larger town than we had expected in this fairly remote area.
A bit of a curious choice of memorial for the MV Princess Victoria sinking.
The Portpatrick Lighthouse at the entrance to the harbour.
The locals keeping an eye on us as we approached Black House Lighthouse.
As close as we could get, as it turned out to be someone’s house.
Yes, it does look similar to the other lighthouses painted yellow and white, but it is a different one, honest. Corsewall Point Lighthouse seemed to be a hotel, but mysteriously no one was around… so we left, and headed to Stranraer for the night.