We woke up to leaden skies and wind. It was fairly apparent that it wouldn’t be flyable, so we decided to head up north. Despite wanting to, it wasn’t going to be possible to fly in the Borders, so we headed to a region of Scotland I have never, ever been to… Dumfries and Galloway. My Scottish mother claims that each time she crosses into Scotland the sun shines, but I seem to have the Jonah effect on the place. As soon as we hit Gretna the drizzle turned to rain.

We drove along the coast and went to a Caerlaverock castle. It was nice and bonus features were the excellent cream tea, kid’s assault course and nature walk. I mastered the walk, excelled at the cake and flopped miserably at the exercise.

Then on to Ardrossan to get the ferry to Arran and we crossed in beautiful sunshine. Well done, Mr. Weatherguru!

We camped at Kildonan and had a can of cider watching the sunset. There was a wedding in the hotel adjacent to the campsite and we tried to squeeze in for a late pint, but we changed our mind when a toothless gentleman in a suit and hat started asking me about my non-existent Auntie Ethel’s health. Maybe we should have stayed. I could have had a toast to all my imaginary aunts!

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