After making our way across country we found ourselves parked in the dunes at Dunnet Bay Caravan Club site feeling distinctly higgledy-piggledy. Sleeping with one corner of the van slightly downhill is something we haven’t got used to – but we still managed our full ten hours of deep sleep. We definitely sleep better inRead more
There are some places that are hard to leave. We stayed in Durness for five nights because we couldn’t tear ourselves away. Fortunately for us, we didn’t need to. On our last day Shirley went fishing in a limestone loch somewhere over a nearby hill and having dropped her off at the nearest van accessibleRead more
After our noisy night in Gruinard Bay we were on our way north stopping briefly in Ullapool to buy groceries. On a long trip in remote places a supermarket is like an oasis. Getting excited about a good selection of fresh fruit and vegetables we found ourselves reflecting on the fact that back in theRead more
Our whistle stop tour of Skye lasted three nights and on Sunday morning we were back on the road heading towards the Skye Bridge and the far North West. Having paid attention to a few other motorhomers’ tales we took a detour to Plockton, known as the Jewel of the Highlands, or at least that’sRead more
We spent our first night on Skye in a large layby on the side of the road to Dunvegan. The view over the valley and across to the Cuillins was wonderful and, aside from a couple of boy racers with holes in their exhaust pipes roaring by, it turned out to be a quiet placeRead more
We take it in turns to do the first thing in the morning dog walk. Yesterday was my turn and the little beasts set up a mighty whimpering at 7.30 a.m. We know full well that at home they can sleep until after 9.00 without needing to go out to pee but it feels tooRead more
The lady who checked us in at Silversands Caravan Site near Arisaig apologised. “The best pitches are all taken”, she said. Then she showed us ours – it has views across to Eigg, Rhum and The Cuillins on Skye. Oh and of course the white sand and the blue water in between. Heaven only knowsRead more
It was our last day on the Island of Tiree and Rhoda was about to take us on an Island Tour in her trusty bright yellow Transit van, Beryl. Just before we left, her cousin popped by to ask us to move the motorhome so that he could drive his cattle out to differentRead more
We stayed at the Camping & Caravan Club Site near Oban for two nights. Set in a Victorian Walled Garden, it gives wonderful shelter from the westerly breezes making it a haven for humans and midges. We ate our meals outside, basking in the warmth and sunshine and took long walks through the forest rightRead more
I wasn’t planning to write another blog post until we got to Oban, I really wasn’t. What changed my mind? It was the surreal moment when we thought we’d walked onto the set of a Coen Brothers’ Movie. We’re still in West Lothian. The teeth are fixed, the hair is cut, Boo has been trimmedRead more