The lighthouse at the Mull of Galloway, from the foghorn.
End of the road.
On my flight home, the entire North Atlantic was covered by cloud--except for Greenland, which stood out like a hairy chest in a disco shirt. The fabulous views I had piqued my interest for a visit to this remotest of links in the North Atlantic Arc.
And thus endeth my Magnus Opium. When I started out posting a journal of my activities on this forum, I had no intention of getting this involved. And I have no intention of doing it again! I hope nonetheless that some of you enjoyed it.