I think as we departed Belfast. Slightly different electricical generation to the wind turbines.
The weather was rather nicer than when on the ferry from England to Ireland.
Not sure where, but nice digs.
We stopped for a break in Ayr. Grace at least will remember someone from there as she steered me rather forcefully to his blog, sadly closed down now. One among quite a few blog people I miss.
Wow, was the seaside busy on such a warm day.
Look at all the people in the water, in Scotland! I think we could see the Isle of Arran across the water. Grace, was his name Craig? I remember him visiting the island.
Then it was on to Stirling, the site of the National William Wallace Monument. Interesting history but somewhat underwhelming. I wonder if he was a goodie or a baddie. Whatever, he was hung drawn and quartered for his 'crimes' and did not have his head chopped off as in the movie Braveheart starring Mel Gibson .
We had learnt early that our tour guide's ten minutes walk was double that or more for us older. We caught the bus from the carpark but we did walk back down from the monument.
Stirling Castle leers over the town.
Glengoyne Distillery was very impressive and has been operating since 1833.
It was in a nice setting too.
Our hotel for the evening was in a stunning location, looking over Loch Long. It was just so beautiful, although our room looked over a falling down shed.