A stroll around the harbour area helped the digestion . . .
. . . but the cold soon forced us back into the car, in which we set off for the Isle of Whithorn. Passing Monreith golf course we stopped to look at the memorial to Gavin Maxwell - an otter perched on some rocks.
At the Isle of Whithorn the village hall has been refurbished and in addition to its hallish duties has a cafe, a shop and post - office so is a real village centre. By the time we arrived the cafe ladies were beginning to clear up, but they made us tea and coffee which we drank gratefully as they worked.
Palm trees on a freezing January day.
By this time the short winter day was ending so we set off for home and arrived before it got really dark, stopping only to buy milk on the way.