Leaving the Mull of Galloway we drove north to where we had left the shuttle car. We were bound for Port Logan on the west coast of the Rhinns of Galloway. The cars were shaking in the car park as we looked out to the windswept sea.
We had driven right past the Port Logan Inn. This is a truly convenient sea kayaking pub. You can paddle up to within a few yards of the door and in summer sit at the outdoor tables and watch the sun go down behind the now empty stone tower of its former lighthouse.
There was a decided nip in the air so we decided to make use of the interior facilities. A roaring fire greeted us and we were soon ensconced within its circle of warmth. The barman said:
"Sorry you didn't get out lads."
"Oh but we did!"
"Where on earth did you get shelter on a day like this?"
"We just nipped round the Mull of Galloway."
"The Mull? The Mull o Gallowa? Yerra right pair o' eejits!"
"Maybe so barman, but we're thirsty eejits!"
Fortunately the Port Logan Inn is stocked with a very extensive and fine range of refreshing liquids. Indeed, if you ask very nicely, a bottle of Fraoch Leann might even be produced from under the counter!
All in all, the Port Logan Inn meets the very highest standards required to be called a sea kayaking pub!
15/12/2008
I lunched there this summer, after kipping for a few hours in the long grass out front.
ReplyDeleteI also spent a fruitless half hour trying to find the Post Office that my OS map claims is in tiny 'Port' Logan ...
Mark R
Man oh man, you guys know how to do it in style!
ReplyDeleteTony :-)
Incredible. Love the way the kayak still lashed to the car points to the stone tower of the former lighthouse.
ReplyDeleteMark, half an hour wandering round wee Port Logan? You must have been knackered after those big Solway crossings!
ReplyDeleteTony, indeed we do!
Highlandwriter, just one of life's funny little coincidences, like the stern pointing to the pub!
:o)