Getting into uncharted territory now, as I finally make Page 237 of the Navigator.
In Windermere I met two blokes in their 30s who had never been to Wales (Wales !), let alone Bewdley and Ironbridge whose floods we were discussing, so I don’t feel too bad about never having made it to Isle of Whithorn.
Or Wigtown, my base for the next 2 days.
Isn’t this bit of the map a delight.
I suspect the only place you’ve heard of there is Stranraer, though once Boris buildshis bridge from here to Ireland you’ll know more about Portpatrick.
It’s not the first bridge from Galloway, of course; there’s already a route from Whithorn to the Scares, marked below by the red Bass triangles. There’s a micropub on Big Scare which I’ll tell you more about on 1 April.
Only 300 folk here, and if there’s a tourist trade it’s come from Stranraer rather than Stoke.
Come here for solitude.
The Steam Packet seems awfully familiar, presumably from two decades of staring at it in successive Beer Guides and thinking “I must go there“.
It reminds me of one of those proper harbourside pubs on the southern Isle of Man, except the beer costs a quid a pint more.
Schoolboy error; I headed right to the lounge when the public bar would have been better with two Old Boys downing pints by the fire. But you can’t really change your mind, can you ?
Five beers, two from the in-house brewery. You know my views on homebrew.
But I succumbed to one called something weird like “Bitter”, which is a pretty good description of what it was (NBSS 3.5).
The only noises were from the couple opposite.
“Can I nick a chip”
“No pudding thanks, we’re stuffed”.
Contrary to perception, the Scottish weather was holding up, only raining when I was inside. Time to check-in at Wigtown, and try something more challenging.