Kirkcudbright

I'm drawn to this little town where I lived as a wee boy, nestling in the south of Scotland it has a little fishing harbour where I used to catch crabs with a fishing reel and some scraps from the butcher.
The ghosts of my Mum and Dad are here and still Uncles and Aunties where I can get plied with tea and cakes anytime I choose.
Today I bought beer from my cousins Deli (Galloway Gold) and some local mustard and marmalade, then it was time to go.