So now we’re (not) more than halfway around the island of Arran. Another wonderful walk today. Up the hill to Southstoke, along the ridge then down the hill across a flowery field, through a tunnel under the railway line and through the woods to Combe Hay. Then along the old railway path to the Horseshoe Locks (on the old canal bed) and up the hill to Southstoke again. Back down the hill and home. Such stunning scenery. So quiet. Very few people and even fewer cars. So much birdsong and so many flowers. Scent of wild garlic. Just perfect.
Several nights of very little sleep, so now too tired to think.
More tomorrow. I hope you join me then. Take care xx
the magic jug 