It was raining as we woke and still was as we made our over to breakfast but by the time we were all togged up, it had at least stopped. A good omen maybe for the young couple in the bar last night who were getting married.
We headed west, through some very nice countryside and even nicer little coastal villages. The roads were still very wet and the mixture of billiard smooth, worn ridged chippings and new chippings with loose gravel. Every bend a different challenge.
After a fuel stop at Kirkcudbright, we made a stop for some photos at a little bay, called Isle of Whithorn. After all, as this is supposed to be a coastal tour, we should at least have some seaside shots.
The hoped for sunshine failed to materialise and it remained dull and threatening. It was also quite chilly, so on went the heated grips.
Our 2nd scheduled stop of the day was at the Mull of Galloway. Here is the southernmost tip of mainland Scotland, so we can tick that off the list. There's a nice looking lighthouse and about 150ft below so I discovered, on the cliff edge, a foghorn.
I can tell you, it was far easier going down than back up! The lighthouse is about 30 minutes from our hotel, so as we'd made pretty good time from Gretna, we managed to arrive fairly early, which gave us time to look around this one road village of Sandhead, before dinner.
As the only establishment other than a corner shop, we were surprised to find the food of a very high standard. Grizzly particularly fond of his chicken stuffed with haggis!
Tomorrow we are aiming for Inveraray, revisiting where we stayed on our very first Wild Hogs tour back in 2012. A battered haggis and chip supper is highly likely. They say never go back, hopefully we won't regret it.
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