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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 ...
quite disappointingly, with rain. Quite miserable in fact. A change of plans
I drove from
Portpatrick, north into the town of Stranraer, a terminal for ferries to
Belfast. The Stranraer Museum is housed in the historic Old Town Hall, built in
1776. A small but fascinating display of the shire’s past, including one of Scotland’s
oldest ploughs, a look at Stranraer’s Polar explorers, ...
... which was lucky as we had slept in it meant less daylight for walking, we made excellent time. We walked through pines, farms, roads and over rivers. The weather was kind to us, providing some sunshine at times and light winds compared to yesterday. The ground was becoming quite boggy but wasn't too bad. We camped in a small patch of pines just next to a river off the road. Was a really nice night so we sat outside as long as we could cooking up a feast and drinking hot drinks ...
... flat Italian farmland and along the Mediterranean Coast. I found this solo leg of my journey pretty boring in foreign lands where communication with locals was limited. I was excited to hit France though, resurrect my GCSE French and practise my audio guide "Learn Conversational French" skills. I loved my daily coffee and croissant amandes, and just the Frenchness of France which is such a cycle friendly country. One evening I stumbled across the mightly ...
... coaches loaded up guests and carried us back to our respective accommodations. The only less than stellar moment of the night for me was when a drunken young guest who appeared to be well connected chose to sit down in the empty seat beside me as the coach was getting ready to depart ,and proceeded to fill me in on just how 'special’ he was, being in med school and all. Well maybe in his not so ...