So long Scotland. Beautiful lake district and Northern Wales with the Kings

Visited Grandad’s birthplace near Buchlyvie, Scotland. (The GPS coordinates are N 56°08.170’ and W  4°16.692’. )  No one was home during our visit, so after a photo to prove that we were there we continued on.

We stopped at the village and brought some haggis from the butcher, then headed to Ayr for another windy cold night – our last in Scotland.  We cooked the haggis up and ate it, but I think the Scots are welcome to it as it wasn’t at all appealing to us.

Next up was the Lakes District in England, where we stopped at Bowness in Windermere for two days.  This was wonderful, although the weather was mixed.  We browsed the village, talked to the swans, got our feet nibbled by 70 fish a piece – the fish was an interesting experience and very nice.

Blackpool was next on the agenda, and we found the town very dated and full of fun parlours, rock shops and fish & chip shops but really our cup of tea.

19^th September seen us travel to Betws-y-coed in Wales to meet up with Agnes and John (Daryl’s in-laws).  We lunched together at our camp catching up on each other’s travels, then took a drive in their Audi before heading out for dinner at a local pub.

The following day after skyping some family members we took another drive, this time to Anglesey Island where we checked out the Bluff Oysters being grown there before heading around the island, stopping for a pint then a picnic lunch on the beach front of Holyhead.

Back to camp to view all their pressies for the family, then again dinner out at the same pub.  John enjoyed his lamb rack the night before (there was only one so I forfeited mine) so wanted the same again.  This time I had the lamb and it was indeed beautiful.  Daryl stuck to the same meal as the night before being Steak Pie and Chips.

We walked back to their luxurious accommodation in another pub (which was put into statutory management the next morning) and shared the bottle of Baileys that they had earlier given us, while John tried to get his camera to work on delayed time.   This did take quite a while, then he was not too impressed to find half of their trip photos have the wrong date plastered across the image being 2010 instead of 2012.

This morning we loaded up and departed camp more laden down than before, with our gifts and a few books to take home.

Thanks Agnes & John for the great time with you, safe travels for the rest of your trip. xxx

Now we are on the catamaran on the way to Dublin, it’s a bit of a rough crossing and Mildie is right by the wall, so we hope she’s holding up okay.

Look out Ireland, here we come.