Wednesday

H was back to work today and F's flight later in the day.

Florence booked a walking tour of Belfast based on the troubles. She recommends it.

Our crossing back to Cairyan was lovely. The sun shone for the whole journey and we spent it sitting on deck.

A young man, whose ethnicity we couldn't fathom, sat with us for a while. He wanted a lift from Cairyan to anywhere.

Firstly to Glasgow and then Bath, Bristol or Manchester.

He had a digital bus ticket on his mobile, Belfast to Glasgow, so Clive assured him there'd be onward travel at the port.

Cairyan port is tiny so I've no idea if he was successful.

We stopped in Lockerbie for a meal and we visited the memorial garden in Sherwood Crescent. 

Really peculiar to be somewhere that you've heard of for such tragic reasons. 

Hetty is being as good as gold but I think she'd like to be home.

We are spending tonight in Carlisle and shall decide whether to go home or explore the Lake District for a few nights.

(I'd like to go home.)

Gorgeous weather again.