Bargrennan July 10

This is a bothy. Isn't it cute?  

It is where people who are camping can hang out, and, I assume sleep.  Para mí, I am much happier at House O the Hill, in one of two rooms over a bar where I ate the absolutely WORST "hamburger" imaginable.  But after the day's exertions, anything would do.  After just under 19 miles, a lot of it on tarmac (exhausting) and a goodly portion along "indistinct paths, not well-marked" through deep grass, some of which paths were not only indistinct but invisible, fussy I was not, and lots and lots of ketchup almost helped. 

Thank God it has been dry, because the deep pits (many) indicate where cattle have gotten stuck.  You do have to watch your footing every second, except on tarmac where you just have to keep from going bonkers!  BTW all photos today a little fuzzy because camera was on the wrong setting.)

Standing stones.  Now these standing stones have an explanation that claims they were used as markers along the moors, and, later, Christian travellers embellished them with religious markings.  Everyone has a story to tell, it seems.  Mine is that these stones could not be seen a hundred feet away, so so much for their being a beacon. 

Moss covered fallen tree:

This is the famous telephone box in Knowe, and it is just about all that exists in Knowe. It even contains a telephone. Whether or not the phone works, no lo sé.

This bit of wall reminded me of that castle back in Lochranza where things were done in the 13th century and changed in the 18th:  Apparently, someone did not like windows:

The walk was so exhausting that at 8:15 my head hit the pillow and I was out!  Next morning, up early to head out at 6:30 in a light rain, enough to need rain gear but not torrential or anything like that. The first two thirds of today's walk was beautiful (no photos to prove it). However, it was a l-o-n-g  day, and since I had to be picked up to get to the B and B at a prearranged time, I walked the last seven miles like a crazy person, not wanting the B and B guy to have to wait for me, but this allowed me to counter the slowest ten miles ever of several days ago by walking the fastest nineteen ever: seven hours and twenty minutes, and this included some wandering around due to one major and one minor navigational challenge.

A tidbit:  The owner of this B&B (Brookford in the town of St. John of Dalry, and very nice) is a direct descendent of, and shares the name with William Bradford the very one who sailed on the Mayflower!