If you’re reading this you’re not watching football, and you’re alreet with me.
This is what we call the “set up” post, as there’s no pubs in it but it provides a vital link to a string of pubs in Argyll.
From Newton Stewart we headed to our campervan overnight stop in Kirkcolm, which you’ve already heard about.
A night in nearby Stranraer would have cost us more than we were willing to pay. Oh, there are no hotels in Stranraer anyway.
Our stay was free, and quiet, and only disturbed when someone needed a wee at 4am.
You’ll be glad to see that cars round here are legally required to carry an official Nessie.
In the morning we set off for the magical lands of Ayrshire, safe in the knowledge that Pubmeister was on tour, and only stopped after 2 hours for a Greggs Lorne sausage baguette in Girvan (photo censored). Greggs breakfasts are the wonder of the world.
Girvan looks like a keg lovers heaven.
Perhaps in a decade or so it’ll all be micropubs selling warm Deuchars. Perhaps not.
Perhaps in a decade or so we’ll understand the Scottish Government Covid restrictions.