Big country...

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Well....the Scottish weather has returned, and this morning we woke up to a Scotch Mist and rain.  But did it stop the intrepid travellers?  Of course not...

First on the list was a lovely long walk through the nature reserve next to the camp site which is at the foot of Beinn Eighe. Very wet, but astonishly beautiful.  It's like walking through Narnia, with a carpet of multicoloured mosses and lichens, and streams bubbling everywhere you look.  The circular walk took us to the Visitor Centre which had loads of information, and best of all, an indoor bird hide where you could watch the comings and goings of the forest.  No red deer or squirrels spotted as yet, but plenty of time for that.

After lunch, we headed off to start our version of the NC500.  The things we have seen today are too many to mention, but waterfalls and white rapids have featured quite strongly.  And the beaches - better than the Caribbean has to offer with water so clear you can see the fishes swimming around you.  Tomorrow, we head off to Skye to stay in what has been sold to us as a Viking Hut.  Between you and me, it looks like a shed at the end of someone's garden with a mattress slung in it.  No electricity (so don't expect me back on grid till Wednesday), no heating and a 50 metre trek up the garden path to the bathroom.  But let's face it, we should never stop having new experiences, however ancient we are (or feel)!

Enough of the travelog stuff though.  Let me tell you about the husband's first experience with the campsite shower this morning.  Another caravan dweller was telling us how fantastic it was, as it was all touch screen, so you'll imagine the husband's excitement at trying this out. 

It wasn't till later in the day that he confessed as to what had gone on behind his particular closed door that morning.  Not known for his patience, he had jabbed at the screen ferociously before enjoying his shower,  He finished, the water turned off, he grabbed his towel and started drying off.  And then (how I would have loved to witness this) the shower restarted, soaking him and his towel,  'I couldn't get away from it', said the husband, and there's not many places to run to when you only have a wet towel to hide your modesty (and all the other bits and bobs)'.

Like I said, wish I'd been there - I'm surprised I didn't hear his shreik from the caravan...




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