We arrived two days ago to Morvich, at the foot of a spectacular mountain range called the Kintail Sisters.

Unfortunately it’s rained ever since with incredibly low cloud. I managed to drag Mr Fogg for a circular walk yesterday afternoon when it dried up a little (short for less heavy rain!). This was fab.

A beautiful abandoned old church and cemetery for followers of Bonnie Prince Charlie and a memorial to those from the local area who died for him in battles.

Mrs Fogg managed to find a local restaurant that does SeaFood Platters (lobster, crab, mussels, cockles, prawns, the lot) so why not sample it. At the Lochlevin Seafood Cafe which can be found Here

Lochlevin has didlysquat apart from a waterfall and the worlds largest indoor ice wall for climbers. But you can walk 400yds for a scenic view, of a bench.

Largs to Glencoe and a £3.75 breakfast at Morrison’s, what could go wrong. Err what the hell is that flat square slab? Answers on a postcard

Last year we hired a 27ft RV to travel the North Coast 500 and since very little has changed with foreign travel apart from the intro of mass confusion and red tape, we’ve hired the same one again and are visiting a few more places in Scotland.

First night at a B&B in Gretna named after a Neil Diamond song (should have known it wouldn’t be any good just like the music), run by a couple who only bought it 3 weeks ago. Arrival was more like an interrogation, when all you really want to do is go to the loo or collapse, but hey it’s friendly enough, with the new wife who “speak very good inglish” but makes a terrible breakfast, a door that opens to the upstairs that actually opens on the stairs and if you have bags would challenge a contortionist, a room that is sweltering even with all the windows open, a collapsed mattress with a topper on it and a TV that sits at 90’degrees to the bed. I know they are learning, but it is the little things that either appeal or don’t in this industry.

Marks out of 10, 5.5. Next stop Mabel the MoHo

Well what a scorcher of a weekend, 35 degrees under the veranda and 37 degrees in the hot tub.

A day of cutting hedges, grass, weeding and general garden maintenance (oooo I’m in hog heaven!) with a little sit down before we finish the night in the tub. But of course when we sit outside, little Miss Willow feels left out if she doesn’t have her own camp chair