We went back to the internet this morning (well, I did anyway - my mum was in the information centre booking some more B&B's for our nights
once we leave Newton Stewart). After that, we had lunch in a pub with one of my grandmother's girlhood friends (in fact, she was a bride's maid
at my grandmother's wedding). It was a good meal, I had Stovies, which is just like a sort of lamb and potato stew. The only problem was that
I felt a bit sick afterwards. I think the food was OK, it was just a bit... I dunno... thick or something.
After lunch, we drove up to Murray's Monument. Murray was a farmer's son in the 1800's, who taught himself to read and eventually became a professor of Oriental Languages and Edinburgh University. It was pretty amazing, but this monument they erected for him was huge and (to me anyway) seemingly a little out of proportion with what he did. After all, Robert the Bruce - who liberated all of Scotland from English rule - only got a little rock, Murray gets this enormous phallac monument, and right up miles from the road.
Oh well, I was feeling a little under the weather at that time anyway, so I never bothered hiking all that way. My mum and cousin Steven did, which is how I got that picture.