Thursday 26 February 2015

26th February day 357

Katie, frances daughter had stayed with grandma and kindly given up her bed for me which was really nice. Having a good nights rest i woke around 7:30 and joined the family for breakfast whilst also helping luke, the youngest, to measure the kitchen. Making plans to meet frances for lunch at the lifeboat station i was taken back to the picnic area which very nearly became my home for the night.

After leaving the Cairnryan picnic area it wasn't long before i came across something of interest, a miniature  castle in a local burial ground. I had to go take a look. Being of a traditional castle shape i wondered if it was some kind of shrine. Looking inside though i could see nothing that would back my theory. In fact it was completely empty inside and seemed pointless.

Carrying on i began to follow the loch ryan coastal path down along the shoreline. After a while i came across an information board that said where i was stood was once a railway yard that had been built to aid the war efforts. Looking around i couldn't see any sign of this other than a few small brick buildings that were slightly raised and possibly sat alongside the tracks which had now been removed.

Carrying on i eventually left the footpath and began hiking along the stony shore towards something that again caught my imagination. This was very obviously something to do with the war. Large hollow concrete blocks as large abd of a similar shape to lorry trailers lay side by side. I wasn't sure what they had been used for but it was something i was going to try and find out once i got home.

After taking a moment to explore i carried on, Stranraer was now in sight and it now wouldn't be long before I would reach the lifeboat station to meet with frances for a quick lunch time break.

A cheese and pickle sandwich and packet of crisps later and i head off again.  The sun was now shining with blue skies and barely a breeze. I followed the stony shore from Stranraer till i reached Kirkcolm, the village frances children go to school and where we had arranged to meet that afternoon.

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