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... buried in front of the altar, his heart, in a casket, was buried with her, hence the name. As it was only a ruin and it was pouring with rain, took a photo and had lunch before driving on along the shore of Sołway Firth. A really wet afternoon as we drove west. Stopped at a smokehouse to buy lots of food goodies before driving through Stranraer to camp at a farm. Ferry to Ireland ...
... in crevices and luckily only lay one egg at a time.
The video feed from these cameras is beamed live into the Nature Reserve
Visitor Centre and there are friendly volunteers to explain the different types
of birds. After the chilly fresh air, I lunched in the ‘Callie Craig Coffee
House’, which is perched right on the cliff and has an environmentally friendly
... boggy and puddles became mini lakes, so James had his turn a little tumble and my feet went for a swim! As it gets dark around 3:30 and we were exhausted, sore and extremely tired from an hours sleep and walking 20k, we set camp up in a part of a forest. In bed by 6 after a quick dinner! Saturday (4th) after a big sleep in to make up for the lack of sleep on the bus we reluctantly got up and made our way into castle Kennedy to get some water and keep moving on. Today wasn't a ...
... coast with plenty of cool dips in the sea.
As I bade farewell to my cycling companion James at our grassy hilltop wild camping spot in Slovenia, I knew I had some big miles ahead of me in order to catch up on lost time and make my date with Niall. Venice (bridge and steps galore; not designed for cycle tourers!), Nice (where I met friends Alec and Megan for coffee and croissants) and Monaco (country number 50 for me!) were quick stops ...
... habit of taking tons of pictures definitely came in handy. Although I began to wonder if I had been in the same place when I saw all the pictures he had taken, including all the special moments he captured that I just never noticed. What I thought when I looked over them was how colourful and elegant and flamboyant it all was, wrapped in a whole lot of fun. That is how I will remember things.