Our visit to the highlands was simply a road trip, a quick drag around the Western Highland region to give Ruth a taste of the real Scotland. I have to say that I will not be unhappy to shed the car tomorrow. Driving has simply reinforced the joys of moving at a much slower pace.
This was the region we had packed our extra layers of clothing for, little did we realise we would live in them for the entire 53 days we were in the British Isles.
Scotland did not disappoint, it has been cold, wet and bleak since we left Edinburgh but that has not detracted from the experience. You expect it, Gosh, if we flipped the World, the area we have been visiting would be well south of Cape Horn, in iceberg country. However, once on the ground, we had had to reassess how adveturous we could be.
When packing for a longer trip that is largely focussed on warmer climates or an expectation of warmer summer weather we had to compromise, we could not carry all of the gear you really need to. If we were coming for the sole purpose of walking on the Isle of Skye, I would have packed specialist gear, wet suit, scuba gear, ropes for pulling companions out of the bog, etc. All we had was sturdy footwear (but not water proof enough), quick drying pants (not quick enough), rain jacket (the wind still drove the rain in through any little gap) and in Ruth’s case, gloves and a woolly hat (very sensible lady). This gear was no match for the conditions so we restricted our walks to well formed paths, relatively lower altitudes and timed our walks for what looked like breaks in the weather. The latter proved impossible to judge, we got lucky on several occasions but our last outing we did get a water blasting at the point furthest from shelter, not that there was much of that anywhere.
The scenery has been stunning. Bleak but at the same time beautiful and well worth the minor discomforts we have encountered. Ruth said she felt strangely at home but when I suggested that we purchase one of the little “do up” crofters cottages I noticed that the nostalgia quickly disappeared.
I wont prattle on anymore but will let the pictures do the talking.
For our 53 days in the British Isles the weahter has been dreadful, 8 days without significant rain. However, I will cut the locals a bit of slack and take their word that this has been a really bad summer. We all have them.
Despite the weather, we have had a great time, met lots of amazing people and seen lots of amazing sites. Looking forward to our next adventure in Greece, I am putting a day aside to do nothing other than lie in the sun to catch up on the bonus summer we missed out on.
PS: I have no idea what happened with this post, just found it in “drafts”. I will put it down to the dodgy Wifi we experience, rather than the writers tardiness.