So, the plan was to travel all around and share the many different places and campsites we visited with you. Then Arisaig happened. It’s impossible to leave. It’s basically heaven on earth.
We drove up to Arisaig (‘the Safe Place’) on the west coast of Scotland from Glen Coe following our first big take-down challenge. We realised we needed to be off the campsite by 11am at approximately 10.50am. Would we make it time?
Challenge failed. We left over an hour later. Some work needed on the packing system!
The day’s driving entertainment from Milo consisted of his take on Eye Spy:
‘What’s purple and orange?’
Fifty guesses later…
Milo’s red car.
On a recommendation from my folks (wise campervan veterans), we stayed at Silver Sands campsite, one of a few to choose from in Arisaig. It’s right on the shore of beautiful white sandy beaches. Like right on the shore. Your own private beaches for £16 a night!
There are amazing views over to the islands of Skye, Eigg and Rum. Sometimes looking really clear like you could just hop over the water to them; sometimes looking like distant sleeping dragons in a haze of mist. Always beautiful.
Milo had been wearing his swimming shorts all day in preparation so as soon as we’d set up our campervan pitch we tumbled onto the beach to play. Sadly the over-excitement resulted in a horrific crime against my work of sandcastle art which I’m still a bit traumatised about.
Having had unbelievable T-shirt weather all day, we lit the BBQ for dinner, which of course meant it immediately started raining. The midges here are way better on the coast though, so we could happily sit in the awning (instead of battening down the hatches), watch the sunset and drink warm gin and tonics out of plastic mugs.
We spent our days here paddling, digging, rock climbing and searching for the perfect shell. We didn’t use the tennis racket, bikes, football, kite and countless other activities we’d brought along – the beach had everything we needed. I think I could live here, it’s love…