West Coast

Hello everyone. 

We've just had a splendid 'welcome to autumn' week away in the wonderful west of Scotland. Why would you need to go anywhere else, when the first evening sitting outside your holiday cottage gives you this. What a great addition to a G&T is the lovely light show of a gentle evening twilight. (wait on for a proper sunset spectacular!)

We were in the Studio - an annex to a cottage beside the splendid Invercaimbe camping and caravan site run by Joyce Wilkinson.

The campsite is just a bit of diversification - her real love on the croft is the livestock. She was extolling the virtues and intelligence of a wee black bullock and speculating whether a harness and cart might be the way to go with him!

She's a hard working, fast talking, powerhouse. I commend her campsite/self-catering accommodation to you.

We were very lucky and had many lovely sunny days in which to explore all the little bays between Arisaig and Mallaig. 

 

My lovely husband was happy because he could pursue his latest obsession (sand - in a geological context, you understand) and Maisie was ecstatic because she likes beaches too - they mean ball throwing and getting wet and rolling in the sand.

You look out over the little skerries to Eigg and Rum and Skye, so the views are always gorgeous.

There were some very low tides, so rock pooling and shell-collecting was very much the order of the day.

You can walk all the way from Arisaig to the Sands of Morar, should you choose to - but we split it up into bits and used the car to get us to the next bay on the list. Well, we are getting a little older and creakier.

I promised you a good sunset - the West Coast does them so well. Here's Rum and Eigg with turquoise, red and yellow striped sky. We were all (all the campers and caravanners and us) sitting on the beach at Invercaimbe, snapping pictures for all we were worth.

If you've never been to this part of the world - I urge you to go. Breathe, beach-comb, look at the lovely light.