Day 3 : Sunday 13 May 2018
Caerlavrock Wetland Centre to Glencaple
The silence of the birds.
Other than bird chatter, there was no other sound overnight, if you exclude the patter of rain on the van roof.
I was alone in the car park at the WWT centre last night, not a sole in sight. My first night of wild camping and it was just night number two in to the journey.
Today’s drive was a massive nine kilometers down the road to the village of Glencaple. The community group in the village welcome motor homes in the car park by the river, where there is space for five. Payment is voluntary using an honesty box, with the funds used for the upkeep of the area.
Several teenagers were jumping from the side in to the river, a drop of ten to 15 feet. I watched the tide going out and exposing the river bed and rocks, leaving no water for jumping.
At Glencaple I met several other travellers, including Paul and Anne, who helped me to start the fridge on gas. I’m still not convinced it is right, so maybe I need to have it looked at by an expert.
There was a beautiful sunset tonight across the river and hills beyond. The picture doesn’t do it justice.