Dunlop, Scotland

On my way to Glasgow, I visited the town of Dunlop. Dunlop is the ancestral home of Mark Dunlop, Head Master of Leader of the Pack Boarding School for Dogs,(where my Lucy is currently learning lots of good things). Dunlop  is about twenty minutes from Glasgow. 

The weather was fine as I left Edinburgh, but as we got closer to my destination, dark and stormy clouds had descended upon us and big drops of rain were falling from the sky. I wasn't too worried about the rain. Scotland is known for its "passing showers", and I also had my NAU rain jacket, that has been the perfect traveling companion. (Thanks Peter!) I ascended the stairs from the rail way station, and realized I had no idea where the town was. I was really out in the middle of nowhere, and there wasn't a soul around to ask. This was one of those "lesser road" journeys, so I shrugged my shoulders, pulled up the hood of my jacket, and chose to turn left. I walked for about 5 minutes in the pissing rain, and was glad to see the tiny town unfold in front of me. 

wee town of Dunlop

The town was pretty quiet, only a few cars went by, staring, wondering who that was taking pictures of their town in the pouring rain. I ran into a small herd of teenage boys (there were three - but I bet that constitutes a herd here) and asked if there was a cafe or coffee shop where I could wait out the passing showers. The hooded one with the ultra cool hair cut, pointed out the Post Office. "Huh?!", I said, " the Post Office?" The ginger haired boy, toting a skateboard, said " That's all that's open right now. They're always drinking coffee in there".  "Ah, Thanks anyway - not quite what I'm looking for".  The clouds were starting to break up as I continued my walk down this one street, lovely little town.

nearing the end of the street

There was a lovely Church at the end of the road. 

passing sun break

The Church was the center of Dunlop. I'm guessing this is where all the action is here. Nothing but farm land, and a grave yard beyond the end of the street.

Aside from some sheep, and a gaggle of geese, there wasn't much else to see here. I walked back down the street to the train station and headed back to Glasgow. 

Dunlop Church Hall

I did notice this little gem on my way out. Thanks for Mark for directing me to this sweet little place. It was a wonderful diversion.