A small delay to proceedings as Dom got lost on his run. He returned to a cooked breakfast with tales of unexpected hilly climbs and a stag standing proud in a loch.
After the big pack up and a coating of sun cream we set off for Ullapool en route to Big Sands. The drive was breathtaking. A stretch of the legs at Rhue lighthouse to watch an old barge sail past whilst Soph and Fynn played in rock pools. Eagle eyes also spotted fighter jets and a herd of deer.
On to the beautiful Ullapool Seafood Shack (thank you for the recommendation Jack!…and Andrew, I’ve picked you up their recipe book. The smoked haddock and chorizo macaroni cheese was a real win according to Dom). We also picked up a highland wool blanket from a beautiful new outlet, the Noost Knit Company, our only souvenir thus far apart from a jar of honey.
With full bellies we travelled on to the suspension bridge over the Corrieshalloch gorge.
And then the real magic happened. Winding down a coastal road to our home for the night. Unlike most of the places we’ve stayed, there was no allocated pitch. We had to find a spot that worked for us and there was an absolute beauty with the help of a few big rocks to prop up the front wheel so our beds were flat. With no restrictions we had the bbq and stove going into the night after a trip to the beach throwing rocks and collecting shells. We (inc the kids) stayed up toasting marshmallows until the midges found us at 11pm. The first invasion of the trip.
It wasn’t just the midges that found us. Poor Fynn succumbed to a tick.
Grim (on tour) up North 