Caerlaverock Castle

Today has been a rubbish day, hasn't it, Marge? At one o' clock this morning some youngsters parked near the vans and blared out bassy music for over an hour. It was all a little unnerving, because you never know what will occur. So, a restless night.

We left Largs by eleven o' clock, driving along the seafront to see the statue of the Viking, complete with face mask. It looked good, but sadly we couldn't take a photograph as the town wasn't very campervan friendly, and we couldn't park because of restrictions and height barriers.

Goodbye Largs, thanks, but no thanks.

Angela had read that the drive through the Galloway Forest Park was nice so we headed that way.

Nice, no said Marge, a bit of a bore, miles and miles of pine trees and desolate landscape. A site we'd chosen to overnight was in the middle of nowhere, after last night it was a no.

So, we decided better the devil you know, and drove quite a bit further on to the site we stayed at on our fourth night away near Caerlaverock Castle. 

All settled, not under the oak trees this time, as Marge doesn't want a headache from the acorns which are dropping a little too regularly. We were surprised at just how different the outlook from the site is. 

You can now see through the bushes towards the Solway Firth. A carpet of fallen leaves covers the footpath to the castle. It's amazing to think that since we were last here, we have been right around the north coast of Scotland, all that excitement lay before us when we were here last. Not sure if Marge would class it all as exciting, especially the tight spots.  

Not every day can be a good day, we've been lucky these last few weeks that most of them have. Tomorrow we will cross the border back into England and will return to the Lake District, destination, Pooley Bridge.