Sitting in Prestwick studying the map of Scotland I realised I was just a stone’s throw from Wigtown. Wigtown!
Disregarding such trivial details as “I’ve spent too much money on this trip already” and “my luggage is waaay over the 20 kg limit” and “I need more bookshelves, not more books”, four buses and three hours later and here I am.
To top it off, it turns out that Bladnoch distillery is just down the road in the next village, so in a few minutes, after having invested in a scetchpad (I’ve been reading about painting, that always makes me want to draw), I will be setting off on a ramble which will include the distillery visitors’ centre.
Voice in my head: James Baskett (is he the one who sings, I wonder?) – Zip-a-dee-do-dah