Monday, December 22, 2008
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!