And then there were three..
A curious trip this one. We had to go in April because Mark was due to fly out to Spain for the summer. We were also down in number as Chris was under domestic curfew, so there were only 3 of us.
Fact Panel
Details
Trip Date:
April 1989
Transport:
Ford Sierra
Accommodation:
One Tent
Duration:
Three Days
Cost of Trip Per Person:
£65
Video:
Sony 8mm Video Camera
Rating:
Fair
Members Attending
Dumfries & Galloway Trivia
County
Dumfries & Galloway
Population:
150000
Known For:
Forest, Lighthouses, Harbours, Factories
Where is Dumfries & Galloway?
Day One: Saturday
We hired a Ford Sierra with a flat tyre and dodgy brakes from the local Rent a Wreck car company and set off on the Saturday, arriving at a Campsite near Newton Stewart in the afternoon. A quick set up of the tent then it was down to the pub! Do you know I can't remember what happened that night...strange, that! Well at least we made it back to the tent…Day Two: Sunday
The next day was clear and sunny but cold. We upped sticks and moved into a campsite called Caldons which was in the middle of Galloway Forest Park. Great scenery. We paid a visit to Bruce's Stone and Clatteringshaws Loch in the afternoon, they're all great places to go to, a bit remote but hey! That's what Scotland's all about, right? After a bout of axe throwing we drove to Newton Stewart to get some beer.Drinking the beer made us colder and colder. The tent was freezing! It was so cold that we brought the camping Gaz stove inside the tent just to keep warm. Burr! It was cold, readers! A lesson for us there I think…
Day Three: Monday
The next morning we were like blocks of ice! Cold wasn't the word. We hacked and chipped our way out of our sleeping bags and gradually thawed out. The tent was packed away and we were soon on the move again. The Isle of Whithorn beckoned. Where? The Isle of Whithorn..in Galloway. I think...It was on the the Isle of Whithorn where a medieaval battle took place. Great fun watching them do battle on the field whilst we looked on.Our last camp was to be in a small town in South West Scotland which had a small campsite-and a pub!
This was our last day. We were in Kirkudbright which was, in Stuart's words, was the "arse end of nowhere". It has to be said that there wasn't much to do there, a small fishing harbour, a couple of shops and pubs, one dirty factory and that's yer lot. Never mind. The campsite at least wasn't too bad.
We packed away the tent for the last time and set off home in our battered car. A short stop at Gretna Green and something to eat at A Little Chef roadside restaurant at it was all over for another year. Next year would see us in the principality of Wales, with a visit to Tenby.
