Dunbarton Castle

Wednesday, I took a ferry from lovely Rothesay over to the mainland, to go north and visit Dunbarton Castle. It is situated snuggly on a volcanic rock and controls the entry to the city of Glasgow. It has done so for over a thousand years; against Vikings, Napoleon and Hitler.




There was once a shipbuilder on the property in front. That large, gently sloping hill way back in the distance holds the ruins of an ancient dun, or Iron Age fort.


Yes, I dragged my bloated carcass up all these steps and several more that you can't see from this angle. I was almost dead at the end of it. I'm slowly becoming an invalid with these fucking neuropathy-ridden legs.


The Saltaire.


On these cliffs, the clever Brits would put lights to fool German bombers during WW2.


Far off in the distance is Glasgow.