It was a lovely place, the old part of the village right on Garlieston Harbour. As was, unfortunately for the residents, our caravan park. We backed up to a wall that separated us from the front steps of several terraced houses.
I hoped their view out the back was much nicer, or that they could enjoy the empty green over the winter.
At least the local pub did a good trade, no doubt from the caravan park as well as the locals.
We were only there the one night.
I appreciated the sheer luxury of a dish drainer in the dish washing area, funny how little it takes to impress!
And there was a wonderful parade of dogs owned by the various motor home owners, mostly big breeds, kind of a a surprise.
I think these photos show why we think southwest Scotland is pretty special.
It was a beautiful place to spend our last night on the road, but boy was I ready to be home!
Not least because I had a lunch date with Vivien the next day and it was going to be lovely to catch up with her. And it was a very photo-worthy lunch, but that is another post...