Up early, packed and ready to go, we met and got to know two new folks, Derrick & Donna (the devil's daughter) over breakfast, who had pre-arranged to meet us at the campsite.
Not such a good day for Paul 'Scouse' however, whilst spending sometime in the showing he knocked out a replacement tooth he had made up down the drain plug! Apparently £2000 of work down the plug hole!
A hefty breakfast was had and after a few photos we were off around the Grampian coast, following Derrick since he knows these parts best.
Stopped off at Aberdeen, where Donna headed back, traffic was a little heavy there due to an oil company fest.
Then stopped off at Peterhead and a few small fishing villages along the way, getting more and more beautiful and scenic.
Stopped shortly in Inverness where we said our goodbyes to Derrick, who has short 150m / 3 hour ride back home and stared over at the Black Isle with the bridge to get to it looking very much like the land of Mordor, and with the prospect of our first wild camping, axe murderers where racing through our imagination. The entrance to the Black Isles by roads didn’t help fill us with joys either, see below.
Then stopped off at Peterhead and a few small fishing villages along the way, getting more and more beautiful and scenic.
Stopped shortly in Inverness where we said our goodbyes to Derrick, who has short 150m / 3 hour ride back home and stared over at the Black Isle with the bridge to get to it looking very much like the land of Mordor, and with the prospect of our first wild camping, axe murderers where racing through our imagination. The entrance to the Black Isles by roads didn’t help fill us with joys either, see below.
Our night on the Black isle turned out to be anything but a horror film. I managed to find a farm house and ask about the use of a likely field I spotted at the bottom of there drive. Turned out what we thought was a farm was in fact a private house, with manicured lawns. Still we pressed on up the drive and knocked on the door to be answered my an English gent by the name of 'Tim' who suggested we camp on his lawn, as long as we were off first thing and with the free use of a tap a very comfortable night was had by all. Even though Paul 'Scouse's' phone had gotten damp from his shower at the campsite the night before leaving the screen with a black water circle looking uncannily like The Ring. Good job I was kind and didn’t show him some YouTube excerpts from the film, I wouldn't do a thing like that, would I? ;-)
I was going to start a section on what we see on the road but it's a bit grizzly, so far 3 foxes, 1 badger and a few unfortunate cats and TBC, one mushed squirrel! By me, guilty face :-(.
On to the highlands proper tomorrow and up and over to Ullapool and our 2nd night free camping.
In Addition;
No mushed squirrel was spotted on the way back of the Black Isle, may be there’s a satisfied fox somewhere?
No comments:
Post a Comment