Better start doing some posts on this Scottish trip or my blog views will fall off a cliff.
The start of a great adventure into the largely unticked west of Scotland began with a Greggs bacon roll at Carlisle services and continued with a closed pub at Haugh of Urr, which is easy for you to say.
The best trips are the ones where you discover a place for the first time, and are both dismayed and overjoyed at it.
Castle Douglas, the stopping post between Dumfries and Stranraer, does a good job of merging the rundown (Queen St) and the remarkable.
My tick is a Tap. Sulwath hides it’s GBG entry in an entry, I guess.
The sort of spit and sawdust affair you know Mrs RM, and since I’m driving she tries the cask and the keg while I try and make out what Radio Free Galloway are playing. Probably Runrig.
It’s……OK. Brewery taps are rarely great. This at least looks lived in.
Better than my attempt to capture the solitary Old Boy (notably NOT drinking the cask, mind).
But frankly, it’s worth coming just for the air pressure fonts. The two Pauls can tell you ALL about those.