Sorry for the lack of posts recently…We’ve had a few issues with internet connectivity in Scotland!
We left Oban and headed for a night in the Glen Nevis Caravan Park at the foot of Ben Nevis.
The weather remained glorious although it was incredibly windy, with Katherine waking up in the middle of the night convinced someone was stalking the motorhome, trying to open the door…James went to investigate and discovered it was just the branches of a tree!
We had a picnic under the snow capped mountains (well, a little bit of snow remains!) before heading off for an afternoon walk.
We LOVE highland cattle. Look at this fella! Isn’t he beautiful!
Part of our walk was on the West Highland Way..
The next morning we set off for the Isle of Skye.
We enjoyed some remarkable scenery on the drive to Skye and were delayed ever so slightly by some wild goats crossing the road!
And we stopped by at Eileen Donan Castle (but didn’t go in)
Our first night was spent wild camping on the road to Elgol. We pitched next to a loch which was very peaceful and romantic, with a spectacular view.
Perhaps our best night spent in the motorhome was our first night. It’s been fantastic not having TV etc. for the girls who are brilliant at coming up with crazy ways to entertain themselves, from building a pretend fire, collecting mussel shells and pretending to run a restaurant, to teaching us about sustainable art.
Here is Lizzy’s masterpiece, made from rocks, mussel shells and sheep’s wool – “Rock Man”; and Sophie’s artwork is an insect house with a secret buried treasure.
Dinner was cooked al fresco – mussels in garlic and white wine sauce for starters followed by a BBQ.
And after dinner entertainment was a dancing competition which went on for ages and nobody won.
And James figured out the best way to drip dry the dishes!
The following day we dropped into Portree, the main town on Skye, for lunch but there were no restaurants open at lunchtime! So it was back into the motorhome and across to the West Coast to the oldest pub on Skye – The Stein Inn.
There’s always the option of fast food vans in Scotland, which have a varied menu…
After lunch we drove up to Neist Point. Most of the roads on Skye are single lane so driving was rather tedious, especially in a motorhome. Luckily all the roads have plenty of passing places but it must be awful being a local here!
We parked up and went for a quick walk down the hillside, but that didn’t last long after Lizzy fell into a bog. So back to the motorhome for a change of clothes, wash the bog off, and dry some tears.
After a lot of persuasion we began the walk to the Neist Point Lighthouse. Sophie had a tantrum after walking most of the way there so turned back with James, but Katherine and Lizzy continued to the lighthouse.
We had planned to stay the night at Neist Point but it was incredibly windy so we hopped back in the motorhome and drove in the direction of the next day’s ferry, hoping that we’d find somewhere like our first night. It had been a long day of driving and by 6pm we just had to stop anywhere … We found a layby which had a beautiful outlook but it was next to quite a fast road so it wasn’t the best night’s sleep.
Sophie, our wild child, obviously felt free spirited … she took all her clothes off, stuck her knickers on her head and ran around the hillside. It was hilarious! Whenever a car drove past she threw herself flat to the ground to preserve her modesty.
Late into the night a passing motorist was kind enough to stop and yell through the window that we had left the headlights on! The kids had been playing “Drivers”, which involves tinkering with every knob, switch and lever possible … James learnt fast that the gear-stick was rarely left in neutral.
The next morning we headed off to Armadale to catch the ferry across to Mallaig on the Scottish mainland.
While Skye was spectacularly beautiful, it has almost no beaches so we headed on to Arisaig to get some sand between our toes.