In the morning, my grandmother went to the church she was married in, for the sunday service. I wasn't interested in the service but I was
interested in seeing the church. So my mum and I did a bit of shopping before we went to the church. Once the service had finished, we
met my grandmother and aunt and uncle outside, along with some more family which I don't really know :) There was another Elmer who I'm
related to in some way (but it's too complicated for me to remember), and another lady who was a childhood friend of my grandmother's.
After that, we did some shopping so that we'd have a bit of food for the next few days. Once we had the shopping all done, we headed down to the Isle of Whithorn, which is a lovely little town on the coast. We met my mum's cousin (or second cousin, I can't keep track of all these relations) quite by accident there. He and his son had just come in from the sea where they'd been out to collect their lobster pots (they'd cught three, but they were only just big enough to be keepers). We arranged with them to meet up for dinner later on in the week, though we're not quite sure which day it'll be just yet.
After talking with them for a little bit, we went for a wander up the road to see St. 
Ninien's Church, which is a tiny little church, which
has no roof anymore (you don't pay taxes on castles and buildings with no roof, so you see lots of old castles where they've simply removed
the roof and left the rest standing). Apparently, the church was famous for being a place where pilgrim's from Ireland and the Isle of Man
would land on their way to the continent of England. From the point at the Isle of Whithorn, you could see three kingdoms: Ireland, Scotland,
England and the Isle of Man (well, they were all kingdoms back in those days) and the fifth kingdom you could see by looking up: the kingdom
of Heaven!
We stayed up pretty late tonight playing cards and generally having a good time.