I believe it was Glen Campbell who penned that wonderful song about the wee Scottish village of Garlieston. What was it he said? "Garlieston, oh Garlieston, I still hear your sea waves crashing, While I watch the cannons flashing, I clean my gun and dream of Garlieston". Yes, ok, maybe not. Texas it isn't, but Garlieston still has a lot to recommend it. It's where they built and tested the Mulberry Harbour prototypes in preparation for the D-Day landings, it's got a gorgeous coastal walk, and a lovely wee campsite. I've attached a photo of the view from our back door when we woke up on our first morning. Feeling that sun on our faces as we ate our branflakes, it really felt as if the trip has finally started.
Garlieston is also very close to Whithorn, which gives Iona a run for its money for being the birthplace of Christianity in Scotland. The pilgrims used to arrive by boat at Isle of Whithorn, then walk the few miles to the village of Whithorn where St Ninian had a priory. There's a wee kirk there where the pilgrims used to stop off, and although it's ruined now, you can still get to it, through a field of very curious (but beautiful, obviously) cows. There's a theme developing.
After that it was off to the Rhinns of Galloway, which is the sticky out bit underneath Stranraer. After stopping off in Sandhead (a village...at the head....of a big sandy beach. Brilliant), it was right down to the Mull of Galloway, the most southerly point of the Scottish mainland. Stunning. And in about 20 days, all being well, we'll be at Dunnet Head, the most northerly point. Next stop, Ayrshire.