Glamping not Camping
The end of the summer, nights starting to get gradually darker but still light enough to enjoy those last few hours of evening sunshine. There is something about crossing the border, that fills you with the feeling of a different place. The landscape becomes more rugged and natural, Galloway Hills and Forest, a sense of calm coupled with excitement and a weird sense of belonging.
We decided to follow some of the Burns trail. Camping on the shores of the Solway Firth so that we could follow some of the path of Scotland's famous son. See at first hand the inspiration for some of his works. Wordsworth had the Lake District and Burns had Dumfries and Galloway.
