“I can’t understand why Stranraer lie so lowly”

And finally, we arrive at the highlight of my short Southern Scottish saunter. NO-ONE had given me a good word about Stranraer, so you’ll know how Maidenhead feels now after Mrs RM and I dissed it. But, like Peterlee and Peterhead and Peterborough (there’s a theme here) that negativity only made me want to visit… Continue reading “I can’t understand why Stranraer lie so lowly”

PORTPATRICK – THE QUIET BEFORE THE BORIS BRIDGE

More holiday snaps from what felt like a forgotten corner of the UK, albeit one that will shortly see holidaymakers flocking in their millions to the Boris Bridge tentatively scheduled for early summer, which will make my ticking in Northern Ireland easier. Portpatrick is one of a select band of places in Wigtownshire with real… Continue reading PORTPATRICK – THE QUIET BEFORE THE BORIS BRIDGE

DRUMMORE – LIVING LA JOE DOLCE VITA

3rd March 2020 More brave exploration, a first-ever trip to the Rhins of Galloway, the bit in the South-West of Scotland that looks a bit like Italy. Just as I was drafting this postI noticed this tweet from the Great Tand, whose family come from Drummore. @NHS_Martin More spelling. pic.twitter.com/qsHY4rmg70 — Tandleman (@tandleman) March 8,… Continue reading DRUMMORE – LIVING LA JOE DOLCE VITA

DON’T DILLY DALLY IN (ST. JOHN’S TOWN OF) DALRY

3rd March 2020 Mrs RM has been a bit poorly, confined to her sickbed the last two days while I bring her Scottish pancakes, aubergine stir fry and black coffee. She’ll recover, and was devastated that my trip to sup Bass in Burton yesterday was cancelled. Thank you for your best wishes; I’ll survive. Just… Continue reading DON’T DILLY DALLY IN (ST. JOHN’S TOWN OF) DALRY