The Rinns of Galloway is a stretch of land known as a, ‘hammer-head’ peninsular. Its Gaelic name is, “Na Rannaibh”, and means, ‘a point or headland’.

Twenty -five miles long from north to south, it lies on the west of Scotland, and is in fact Scotland’s most south westerly corner. It ends at the Mull of Galloway, with the North Channel & Ireland on its west, and Luce Bay & Loch Ryan, and the mainland of Scotland, on its east side.

Most of the Rinns west coast is rugged, with steep cliffs rising out of the sea, but towards the end of the peninsular, just below Cairnywellan Head is the inlet of Clanyard Bay. From here, there are remarkable views, and if the skies are clear you might, just be able to, see the shores of Ireland.

Just over two miles across the stretch of land and a little to the north, but south of Terally Point, is the Cove of Grennan. Its sandy beaches are washed by Luce Bay and the shoreline is littered with caves. Legend has it, that here lived many fairies, who burrowed deep into the bowls of the earth, and that the caves, meandered across the Rinns to Clanyard Bay.

This part of Galloway point was also well-known for smuggler’s. The pirates would throw food and other goods on to the shore at Kilstay, just south of Grennan Cove.  They hoped this would bring favour from the fairies for ‘fair winds’ and a safe ‘sea voyage’. However, no sailor was brave enough to dally his ship, to see if the fairies came out, to give them their blessing.

None of the locals ventured near the dark caves either. None dared upset the fairies in their labyrinth of tunnels & caverns. None that was, until a piper and his dog, came upon a cave entrance at Grennan Cove.

With his bagpipes playing a sweet melody, his dog barking at his side, he boldly strode off into the unknown, assured he would step out again into Clanyard Bay.

For a long time, his pipes could be heard winding their way across the peninsular. Then, there was a hush and all went deathly silent. Suddenly, his dog appeared, yelping with dread, dashing out the mouth of the cave and with not a hair left on his back. The piper – no-one ever saw him again.

The caves became desolate, and have now been abandoned for years. The fairies have gone deeper into the ground or fled for other lands.

Yet, if you walk along the beach, when the air is warm, and a slight breeze gently wafts out of the hillsides. You can hear the bagpipes, playing their sweet melody.

Maybe, it is only the wind, as it whispers through the cracks in the rocks, or maybe, it is the piper, who finding everlasting life with the fairies, can now go on playing his pipes for evermore.



























































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































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