On our way back to West Linton from Durham, we decided to cut across the narrow part of Southern Scotland to the West coast, right at Carlisle, just to get a glimpse of the coast before returning to the village. We missed the first turnoff and continued on to Gretna. Once there, on a whim we decided to look for water on the GPS and just reckon our way to it, as the GPS doesn't indicate many small roads and there weren't clear directions either on sign in the town or the map. Here's a photo diary of our journey.
Driving through a landscape much like most of Southern and Central Scotland: fields and sheep.
A narrow road...
Becomes narrower...
Andrew is trying to figure out why he's still driving. I think it's because he loves me!
There's the estuary! Can we find our way?
Wow. The road is looking sketchy. Want to stop?
No really, want to stop?
Seriously. This is for tractors, not rental cars. Oh wait. We hate Avis!
OK, we go ahead on foot from here.
And look what we find...our own private beach!
I fell in love with these boats.
And, of course, in the water I saw our very own
Loch Gretna Monster!
No comments:
Post a Comment