Well, we actually did it – after talking about it for a couple of years, we finally packed up the car with the two small tents, an assorted collection of waterproof clothes and beachwear and of course the unsuspecting daughters, and drove north to Scotland.
It had been ten years to the date since our last family holiday in the Highlands, and the fact that last time we hired a cottage and this time we camped, tells you something about giving up work to have children – but it was a terrific success and a fabulous time was had by all (even by two girls who’ve been to Disneyland Florida).
We were away for three weeks, so you can imagine we covered a lot of ground – quite a lot on foot – so I’m not going to write about it all in one go – instead I’ve decided to write up some of the highlights over the next few weeks. This, I hope, has the advantage of not boring the undergarments off you, whilst also giving me the pleasure of reliving some of the best moments of the summer, as the nights draw in and the days grow colder.
But just in case you’re wondering:
We made our first stop in Northumberland, to visit Hadrian’s Wall – we are now officially Roman experts. We also know the exact number of horse brasses in the Black Bull pub in Haltwhistle.
We travelled to Ardnamurchan and camped in probably the best campsite in the world – well, perhaps a teeny-weeny exaggeration, but it would take some beating.
We got stuck in a traffic jam on Skye, saw the Harry Potter viaduct and evicted a small lizard from a tent.
We climbed three peaks (not on consecutive days, thank you very much, we’re not entirely mad), visited sands that sing and sang to seals.
We visited castles, a priory, and a garden full of poisonous plants (very inspiring!).
I hope you can contain your excitement.
So, now it’s back to the daily grind, but with our spirits well and truly raised. Hope your summer was good for you too. Happy Autumn, or as I prefer it, Happy New Year.