Where's Bertie? He's in the motorhome parking area at Cullen, where it costs £10 per night.
Weather: Sunny intervals and a bit breezy, with a few showers in the later afternoon/evening.
(I've a blog post missing. The one that tells the tale of someone trying to steal Bertie. It's how Bertie came to be in Scotland with us. It's languishing on my laptop, so I'll try to remember to post it in due course.)
A short trip that would have started yesterday, but for the weather warnings associated with Storm Ashley. We were due to wake up (in Newtonmore) to winds gusting to 55mph, strengthening to 70mph by the end of the day. That didn't sound like fun in a vehicle not built with wind-shedding properties in mind. So, we delayed by a day, and spent most of that day wondering if the wind was ever going to arrive. I walked up the Glen Road mid-morning in still conditions. Mick nipped out in the afternoon and it was still remarkably calm. The wind did eventually get up, but not to any unusual level.
Our departure on Monday was then slightly delayed as Ali had embarked on making her first ever loaf of sourdough bread and we couldn't leave until we'd seen (and tasted) the result.
The result was so impressive that many photos were taken.
Clutching half the loaf, we were on the road by 11 and by (late) lunchtime, we were in Cullen.
We've stayed in Cullen before, in Bertie's predecessor Colin. The car park we stayed in then now has a height barrier, but the local community group has enterprisingly turned the adjacent ground into a smart 14-pitch Aire, complete with water and waste facilities. As access is controlled by an automatic barrier, you have to book in advance, which I duly did, but that meant I had to pick a pitch without knowing their relative merits. I went for Pitch 1, which turned out to be just fine, being level and on the sea-side of the Aire.
View from Bertie's windscreen
Our late lunch was followed by much faffing and lounging until I declared that if we were going out we'd best get on with it, as these nights are fair drawing in.
Heading along the coast
We just took a jaunt along the coast path to Findlater Castle...
Findlater Castle Ruins. Quite a location!
... before turning around and retracing our steps. Had we made it into a circuit, too much of the return leg would have been on road.
Weather: Sunny intervals and a bit breezy, with a few showers in the later afternoon/evening.
(I've a blog post missing. The one that tells the tale of someone trying to steal Bertie. It's how Bertie came to be in Scotland with us. It's languishing on my laptop, so I'll try to remember to post it in due course.)
A short trip that would have started yesterday, but for the weather warnings associated with Storm Ashley. We were due to wake up (in Newtonmore) to winds gusting to 55mph, strengthening to 70mph by the end of the day. That didn't sound like fun in a vehicle not built with wind-shedding properties in mind. So, we delayed by a day, and spent most of that day wondering if the wind was ever going to arrive. I walked up the Glen Road mid-morning in still conditions. Mick nipped out in the afternoon and it was still remarkably calm. The wind did eventually get up, but not to any unusual level.
Our departure on Monday was then slightly delayed as Ali had embarked on making her first ever loaf of sourdough bread and we couldn't leave until we'd seen (and tasted) the result.
Clutching half the loaf, we were on the road by 11 and by (late) lunchtime, we were in Cullen.
We've stayed in Cullen before, in Bertie's predecessor Colin. The car park we stayed in then now has a height barrier, but the local community group has enterprisingly turned the adjacent ground into a smart 14-pitch Aire, complete with water and waste facilities. As access is controlled by an automatic barrier, you have to book in advance, which I duly did, but that meant I had to pick a pitch without knowing their relative merits. I went for Pitch 1, which turned out to be just fine, being level and on the sea-side of the Aire.
Our late lunch was followed by much faffing and lounging until I declared that if we were going out we'd best get on with it, as these nights are fair drawing in.
We just took a jaunt along the coast path to Findlater Castle...
... before turning around and retracing our steps. Had we made it into a circuit, too much of the return leg would have been on road.
With impeccable timing, we'd been back in Bertie for less than five minutes when it started to rain. We'd not expected that and were happy not to be out in it.
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