Scotland trip Day 5 -
Arriving at Durness
Is it this tiny iPhone that I have been using to write about this trip, or the inclement conditions that abbreviate this travel account? Today I was pleased to get away from the Wee campsite which started off so wel, l got exciting even with the arrival of the German duo with sidecars (and a Scots bike veteran pointed out to me he knew they were foreign because the sidecars were on the wrong side and I noticed that one had reverse gear so no wonder it manoeuvred so neatly) but it was the family with tantrumming boy and their own very apparent stupidity right next door that drove me nuts. “The professionals say there’s nothing wrong with him but we can’t cope” they complained to eachother. They arrived back after 9pm to fry bacon when I was already in my sleeping bag reading Big Sur as it got dark. Before them was another couple with too many children one crying and father losing his rag. With camping there is no privacy.
But today was lovely after my getaway and a lovely ride in the sunshine to Ullapool for bagel and a pot of tea then restock at the last Tesco and throw out that nasty wine that gave me a headache, tasted awful and finally leaked in my bag.
Then after I turned left to the north and all the other traffic turned right so I am on my own to zoom past the sheep and tourists to arrive here at 2.30 in the afternoon where it’s good to arrive early to get the good places mine down by the fantastic cliff though there is a huge space by the entrance with scores of campervans. This is like a separate place, quiet so far though there is an empty space next to me.
It is beautiful and awesome in a way in this site on the edge of a cliff and on the edge of the British Isles. I look over the sea northward and wonder where the next land is. But we are also exposed here to the rain.
The waves are crashing. Tomorrow I plan to take the minibus to Cape Wrath then on Monday head back south to Glen Coe again in one day.
