After jam sandwiches and a quick hop on a fellow camper’s motorbike, we were back at Dunrobin Castle watching the falconry display. Next stop the Wee Hoose and lunch in Lairg as we crossed from the East Coast to the West Coast. Sophie entertained herself by making wild flower bouquets and slotting them into the garden tables.
Stunning and quite different scenery as we traversed the country. The temperature also fluctuates quite wildly from a balmy 20-something to positively chilly in a matter of moments. We all have sheep-like fleeces that we appear to be living in over t-shirts and shorts. Quite odd. The two little people in the back are busy spotting wildlife and counting lakes and rivers.
En route to Achmelvich we found ourself at the most beautiful castle ruins (Ardvreck) at the top of a Loch. Once again feeling very blessed by the weather. Fynnof course jumped into a peat bog requiring a scrub down in the icy water.
The campsite was like a little pot of gold at the end of a rainbow. Not just because of the washing machine but the views, our private beach where the kids collected crystals and shells, the marshmallow toasting and the whales (orca?) passing by.
A helicopter apparently landed next to the campsite in the middle of the night. A medical emergency? Only one of us heard it, and it wasn’t me! I can only imagine how loud it was with the noise bouncing off the rugged landscape. One of my best sleeps.
Grim (on tour) up North 