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Portpatrick Travel Blog› entry 4 of 11 › view all entries
Today we drive to Portpatrick, a place where ships have run against the cliffs that are there, to visit the memorial. We look and look, but don't find a memorial.
Onwards then to look for that nice harbour tavern we had been to in 2007. Was it in port William? Or in Whithorn? Nope, we find it in Garlieston and it is called the Harbour Inn.
Good coffee, “but sorry sir, she can't make something to eat, the pipes are frozen in the kitchen”, so no food.
We drive back to Girvan, when suddenly I recognise the crooked trees in the side of the road: We are very near the Bladnoch Distillery, in fact we pass it at arms length. (this time we will not visit it)
The road we take is sometimes very clear, without snow at temp of +3 degrees centigrade, sometimes with icy patches at -3. Near Girvan it starts raining/whet snowing/hailing, but the road doesn't freeze.
We park near the church (always room enough:) and walk into town. It is dry again but a cold wind is blowing.
We visit some shops for souvenirs, but a lot of familiar shops have closed. Even the liquor store (where last time I bought whisky) is closed, windows painted white.Today a friend has her birthday, no wine from this store for her.
Back in Dailly there is still bread and wine in the CO-OP (and it's not even Sunday)
A walk in the park reveils a new way of cutting the grass, or is it a stray sheep? Here it can eat grass. I wonder where its mates are.