July 2022

19th

I was inebriated at a Glasgow whisky bar after I walked out on the Buckie Monster due to his threat to inflict bodily harm.

The train was unable to depart Ayr in a timely manner, so I consumed an enormous amount of whiskey before boarding the train to Stirling.

18th

I believe this is a roundabout in Ayr by Wallace Town.

I can't remember what I did today.

15th

Put up my tent in Carlisle, by the river.

Found a good coffee house.

12th

I once more pitched my tent on the Moffat playing field.

After packing up my gear, I went to see a friend who is a potter. He is thought to be the real leader of Clan Farquharson.

Talked before his wife arrived with porridge and honey, and then continued to converse. He's knowledgeable about the Vatican, provided me with a leaflet that contained pertinent information. (click to expand).

After that, another walk.

I accepted a ride on the highway to Edinburgh.

I watched the planes leave from Edinburgh Airport.

Arrived in Perth.

I fell asleep while watching the moon rise.

11th

After bidding farewell to his family, the Asian man transported me to Carlisle, where I shared a ride southbound on the M6. After hitchhiking a little further, I arrived at Brockholes Nature Reserve.

After reversing direction, I hitched a ride back to Scotland along the M74 and stopped at the Moffat Nature Reserve.

A big fire destroyed the Moffat motel, but sheeple still watch from the boarded-up windows.

Moffat is a secure location for tent pitches, so I did just that. ⁣