Day 4 was mostly driving with a brief stop to see the wreck of the MV Captayannis but day 5 was a visit to a lovely town that I'll let someone name in the comments and a funky castle

Day 3: Robert Burns birthplace and a lovely forest with a lil i love my car appreciation moment

Day 2: Visited the Scottish book capital of Wigtown and a lovely feminist bookshop and cafe called Reading Lasses. Then viewed a house with the world's most amazing view and location, but sadly, it's not a nice enough house.

Day 1: Saw mountains. Told trees to fuck off. Said "that's so pretty" until it lost all meaning. Now staying in a cottage that I might just squat in tbh.

ello, just wanted to pop in to say remember when I used to wang on about moving to Scotland?

Well I did it

HAPPY BIRTHDAY Pignut!! Hope you have a lovely day without poo incidents

BRITISH PEOPLE WITH DUBIOUS MORALS AND IDEAS OF AMUSING GAMES ASSEMBLE. Jimmy Corkhill died, Shane Macgowan died. Who's gonna be number 3?

Here's hoping TheRealQuint had a great Tuesday and remembers that John Lennon was an October Libra

I forgot to tell you guys about the actual wedding. In an ideal world it was to be a well documented evening of ritual, music, light and love. In reality my bastard offspring gifted us some very strong lemon drizzle cake and it all got very wonky very quickly and no one took photos. But here are some exciting things that did happen.

I know I'm not around and involved in plurk, but I wanted to let people I dont have elsewhere know I did thing today