We woke up on a windy Thursday morning still in Edinbane on the Isle of Skye.
I took Ruby for a walk along the Loch side this morning. We met and chatted with several dog owners along the way. Ruby has no concept of her size and thinks she’s the same as other dogs. It can be quite comical when she rushes up to an Irish wolfhound or a Rottweiler, they just don’t know what to do. They know she smells like a dog, but can’t work out why she’s down there.
Our camping pitches to date have proved to be unusual to say the least. I realised that our pitch last night was actually part of a Dog graveyard complete with doggy statue monument.
So to recap we’ve slept in a lay-by, roughed it by the rubbish bins and now been laid to rest in a graveyard.
Bring on tonights stopover.
We were leaving Skye today and heading back to main land Scotland, in fact straight across Scotland to Inverness-shire on the East coast.
I’m not sure what I think about Skye. Over the years I’ve built up this expectation that it would be a magical place oozing with character and fantasy. I was a little disappointed.
One very noticeable thing was the lack of Scottish accents; the majority of people we came into contact with were English. I was talking to a painter & decorator from Chester who had lived on Skye for 12 years. He said that one area of Skye was known as Little England.
Don’t get me wrong, some of the scenery was stunning, but something was lacking and I can’t quite put my finger on it.
However I’m glad we finally got the opportunity to visit and experience the Isle of Skye.
Toast & marmalade for breakfast because we had eaten all the baps. We packed away at a leisurely pace. I emptied the wastewater tank and chemical toilet. This seems to have become my job for some reason, what happened to equality?
I spotted an original VW T2 camper drive off with the pop-top still up. I noticed it too late to warn the elderly couple that owned it. They had either forgotten to take it down or they couldn’t take it down or perhaps they liked it that way and never took it down. Who am I to pick fault? I live in fear of driving off with the mains electric cable still attached.
We left the site and headed towards Broadford. The pace was leisurely and it was nearly lunchtime when we reached Broadford. I had read in a travel guide that the Waterfront chip shop on the main road (A87) served the best fish & chips on Skye according to the BBC Country File Magazine. It would be wrong to pass by and not sample the fayre. A convenient car park appeared opposite the shop, so we pulled in. There was a bit of a wait, as the shop had only just opened for lunch, but it’s always worth the wait because you know the food will be freshly cook and hot. The shop also sold cakes and a piece of Flapjack was calling to me while I waited in the queue. I left the Chip shop with a one portion of Fish & chips to share between us, two flapjacks and a latte coffee. Eating in the comfort of your campervan is such a treat.
We pulled out of the car park stuffed to the gills. The fish & chips were superb.
We were leaving Skye via the road bridge at Kyleakin and following the more scenic route via the A890 passing Loch Carron.
We had the choice of three campsites as our destination today. Rosemarkie C & C Club site, Dingwall C & C Club site and Nairn C & C Club site. We’ve mainly used the Camping & Caravan Club sites as we get an age concession. This can save about £10 a night compared to commercially owned campsites and could be a saving of £100 over the whole trip. The facilities at the club sites are always excellent.
My preference was the site at Rosemarkie as I had this on my must visit list.
My ethos for this trip was to just roll up to a site and see if we could camp there, as we got nearer to Inverness I chickened out and phoned ahead to see if a pitch was available. One pitch left!! Put our name down on it and headed that way.
The Rosemarkie Camping & Caravan Club site is situated on the side of the Moray Firth.
We were here because last time we visited the area in 2010 we visited Chanonry Point and were mesmerised by the school of dolphins feeding in the Moray Firth a matter of yards from the shoreline. The campsite was literally a 100 yards away from the point and all the pitches looked out over the Firth. What more could you ask for? Well Dolphins actually. They weren’t there.
In keeping with our panache for weird and odd camping pitches, tonights pitch was right in front of the toilets. Very convenient.
I had to borrow a 25m long mains lead from the site manager as my 15m was to short to reach the power point.