Some excellent guesses, all wrong, for that Guess the Pub. I was, of course, in the Blue Peter In Kirkcolm near Stranraer, staring across at the ferry to Ireland. We stuck the campervan on the site of the old RAF base and toddled into the village (pop. not many). The only facility in the village,… Continue reading WHERE WAS I ?
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. My last big unencumbered tickathon took me to Dumfries & Galloway, 10 miles and… Continue reading D & G – DEAD GOOD
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”