Magic

The sun blasting down on our tent made for a sweaty start. “That [insert colourful words here] cuckoo”, Dom’s assessment of the dawn/dusk chorus.

Fynn fancied helping with the washing up. I wasn’t going to complain. Off we set. I quickly established why he was so eager. He’d spotted the old, reclining chair in the corner, huge entertainment quickly drawing in a crowd of children.

Every morning Sophie diligently sits and does a worksheet. She’s been promised a ‘Dori stamp’ for each worksheet she does. Our nanny has a wonderful system rewarding them with an educational gift for every 10 stamps. It’s no more than 10-15 mins per day but makes a world of difference when she returns after the holiday. Sophie also reads us fascinating facts from the Scottish wildlife book as we go along. Apparently Highland cows eat so much grass every day that it would weigh the same as 400 apples.

After departing the campsite, Dom spotted a little fish monger van in the local library car park. 3 pots of prawns and hot salmon pate. The perfect car snack en route to Torridon.

Another pause to visit a waterfall overlooking Loch Maree and then on towards Torridon. Today was our little treat after 5 nights in our tent. The Torridon Hotel awaits.

Such a warm welcome to the most beautiful oasis on the loch. A friendly grounds woman mentioned that the children may be able to feed their highland cows so I went on a mission to find out.

Fynn expertly led us around the ‘Yellow Route’. A 2km path winding through the woods and their kitchen garden.

Drinks on the lawn, an early dinner and a wonderful sleep. More mosquitoes in the fancy hotel than the rest of the week!!