Scotland has a climate where daytime temperatures hover around the height of one’s kneecaps. Throw in the windchill factor that blows in icy gusts from the north, and that temperature inversely rises to reach any exposed nether region. It therefore beggars the question, Why on earth would they start wearing a short kilt?
Our daytime temperatures have plummeted. Shorts abandoned. Socks, trainers, jeans and upper layers now the order of the day. Along with a ready waterproof. Frequent squally showers a constant threat.
Glencoe Caravan and Camping Club site lies in an enviable position. emphatically hemmed in on all sides, by a cluster of lumpy hillocks. It’s a very long narrow site. Horseshoe shaped. Beastie’s allocated a pitch four hundred paces from the shower and toilet facilities, so it’s not only the threat of a downpour that can be the cause of a mad dash.
We’re still heading north. Inverness today’s end of drive. With the ‘Nevis’ range to our left, we stop off at an impressive memorial to the Commando Regiments. This part of Scotland was often used as their training ground
Ben Nevis is right over there – honest!
Once pitched up north of Inverness on Torvean Caravan Park, a canal side leg stretch is called for. Inverness Rowing Club is out in force.
