Saturday, November 08, 2008
We now approached the grim and impregnable walls of the ancient castle of Dunure. Its walls are now silent witness to a bloody past. Unlike its neighbour, Culzean, it was not gentrified during the period of the Scottish Enlightenment in the 18th century.
Approaching from the sea it is easy to see why this site was chosen....
... the castle seems to grow out of the cliffs by the shore.
We landed on the shingle beach below the castle.
Sadly we had arrived somewhat too early for the best of the sunset. It was rather cold and we had at least another hour to wait before the sun sank towards the horizon...
...well what else could we do? We reluctantly entered the portal of the Anchorage Bar in Dunure.