Almost done now, as we trog from Glencoe via a very long and scenic route (toward Oban) and then down to Luss. More heavy rain most of the way and our last campsite as we clean up Mabel the MoHo to hand her back tomorrow and travel back home.
The weather has been dire most of the time, but hey with your house on your back you can trundle to somewhere else even wetter.
Beauly was very quiet with some amazing skies last night
And today we headed down past Loch Ness, being forced to wander round the Drumnadrochit Hotel which is where the Nessy bunkum started
On then through the glorious Scottish sunshine as seen in this wee video
Before heading to an alternate campsite. Mrs Fogg had booked a wee place which started a few alarm bells ringing (Tripadvisor reviews that the owners actively take rubbish out of the wrong bins and bring it back to you to tell you off, have reportedly had drones circling to check you ain’t being norty and also send you “7” page COVID Risk Assessment and Method Statement for you to adhere to, sounded delightful), so we ended up back at Invercoe Campsite again, with some impressive sunsets and weirdos with 15ft Gaudy Neon flashing poles to adorn their tatty caravan.
City of, well very little from what we encountered. Stopping about 12 miles up the road Mrs Fogg suggested we take the 1215 train from Beauly to Inverness, a simple journey, so off she pops to purchase tickets online, only to be advised once purchased that Beauly don’t got a ticket machine and you need to collect them from another station before you travel, great. Off then for the mile walk to the station only to find that the train is actually delayed by 41 minutes, getting better by the minute. So we sat waiting listening to a guy tell everyone he could cycle faster to Inverness (since he was taking his bike on the train) and that he was off to see his mum in hospital and he is ex military, yawn.
As we get closer to 1256 the display starts slipping the arrival to 1300, then 1304, then 1310 and then nothing, so Mr Army Cycle Man presses the help button to find out where the train is, “oh sir it is on its way, but those signs have a fault and always delete the next train”, “well I’m ex military and always carry my tools so could fix it for ya”. And then clunk as the operator hangs up.
On then to the train, now I ain’t been on one of these for 4 years and defo not in the current climate, but no social distancing, nuffin. Thank goodness it’s only 15 mins. And then Inverness
What can we say about the place, drab, dreary, dull and not appealing at all. It’s got an indoor market, a “castle” which is closed, some shops and a 90% empty shopping centre which according to Paul Blart the Mall Cop, “you’re not allowed to take photos” as he berated some poor woman wanting her to delete the picture she had take. So here you go Mr Blart, this next picture is just for you. Unfortunately our train back out wasn’t until 1715, so just how many times can you walk round the city in 4 hours (well you could get a coffee in the CBD Cafe, err no thanks).
Back then to the campsite and Mrs Fogg insisted we walk around the man made nature trail which apparently has badgers, red squirrels, otters, or in our case, NUFFIN, mind you with my beautiful stealthy Ninja by my side I am not surprised they didn’t hear us coming from a mile away.
The last night at Shieldaig saw us back at the little restaurant for an awesome cold local caught platter (prawns, crab, mussels, smoked kipper, smoked salmon and oysters. Oh Yummy, obviously finished off with pud and a couple o wee drams.
The area was hit with severe rain and wind overnight (nope not a fallout from the food, but more of a typical late Sept storm), with the MoHo taking a pounding for over 6 hours, we did wonder if there would be anything left
On then to Beauly through some wonderful scenery including Rogie Falls and the chance to see salmon trying desperately to leap over 4m to the top
And finally here at a campsite outside of Beauly for 2 nights with a rather spooky priory nearby.
We’ve also gone higher tech this year to avoid frantic hand waving from one of you while the other reversed the MoHo (and takes the bumper and lights off on a bolder) and we are now using walkie talkies, although Mrs Fogg’s directions leave a little to be desired “that’s it come back straight toward me over there to the other side and down a bit”, all very helpful with someone stood behind the van out of view.
It would appear the older you get, the more particular you appear to get about cleaning your vehicle. Sat here in Shieldaig between torrential showers, watching new campervans arrive, we watched an old couple arrive in this slightly dirty van, then spend an hour with a bucket and cloth wiping off every bit of rain and mud (even pouring boiling water on the steps and cleaning each one).
So a day and night of solid rain, stuff the BBQ, time to walk to the Shieldaig Bar and Coastal Kitchen for an evening of awesome food, drink and company. Mussels for starter, langoustine for main, cheesy chips and then a choccy pud, followed by a wee dram each. You know it’s been a good meal by how messy your table cloth is after and boy was Mrs Fogg’s table cloth a state
Our trip to Skye has finished as we head from Portree down to Shieldaig for two nights camping. Portree was very windy and wet and tonight Shieldaig looks to be absolutely no different either. All we can say is poor sods sleeping in tents!
This is us in a tiny campsite on the edge of a cliff, find us Here
We took a scenic drive in the 27ft motor home from Dunvegan across to Portree via Uig, which literally has nothing there. The road and scenery was breathtaking and at times the tarmac descends down the cliff face to the sea as the little motor home is scrambling to hold onto what’s left of the blacktop.
As usual the route had to be via some historic landmarks (yawn), some woman’s grave and some disheveled old ruins that may have been castles at some point in the past.
5 hours later (slow drive on “single track, close your eyes and pray roads”) and we are at Portree, the capitol of Skye and the place with the most tourists so far (American and Japanese) .
Before we set off on this road trip, we had the misfortune of watching an awful TV show called MotorHoning with Merton & Webster, which was supposed to show you all about the pleasures of motorhoming in the UK, but what it actually showed was 2 irritating people attempting to be funny, not show anything of relevance and to be a downright waste of airtime. So in homage, we made our own version of it