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Domestic duties. Found a laundry and arranged to collect our washing in 2 hours. Time to look at Robbie Burns' house, where Scotland's national poet lived for many years, with his wife Jean Armour until he died in 1796. Interesting to look at paintings, drawings, poetry, of course, and the furnishings of the little house they lived in. Supposedly the couple were well off, with a maid, in ...
... 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 ...
... itself. He then cycled one-legged in the midday heat for 30 miles, pushing his bike up some massive hills, after failing to hitch a lift to the next town. After a massive meal we went for a swim. James dived in a little too deep and hit his hand off a sea urchin! Cue a painful hospital visit where they removed the tiny black bits with tweezers from his fingertips.
Early the next day we hoped to catch a catamaran to Split from Korčula, ...
... 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.