Never look back, always forward.
Unless, of course, you’re looking back a year to see where RetiredMartin was, just before the pandemic ruined our ticking plans. Russ was taking a sabbatical from reading my blog so he may enjoy this one.
But the highlight was a first trip to sparky Stranraer, which I now know how to spell correctly.
Kentish Paul will be delighted to see the crumbling pubs. Don’t be fooled by the light on at our mystery pub (five points); even Scottish pubs aren’t that scruffy.
My Stranraer tick a year ago, one of the last times I experienced normality, was the Grapes.
Jimmy Young had just died.
“Aw, Jimmy the Painter. No !”
“Who is he ?”
“You know him, no ?”
“No, who is he ?” etc. etc. It was great.
If you follow in my footsteps in 2024 when Covid rates drop below zero and you’re allowed to explore Scotland, I recommend Wigtown, and the burgers at craft.
Just look at the craft beer range;