There can’t be many more scenic drives in the whole world than the one between Edinburgh and Glen Coe.

I embraced my inner tourist and hung out the window taking pictures the whole way – it’s totally stunning and a much-needed antidote to the retail park hell we’d endured earlier getting the last bits for our trip.

(Stu bought a rug, we took it back. I bought a rug, we took it back. We decided a rug was perhaps not an essential campervan purchase. We bought a tennis racket instead. You get the idea.)

Milo kept us entertained on the three hour drive by alternating between demanding we marvel at the unique wiggliness of every single individual Quaver he was eating, and asking ‘are we at the beach yet?’ fourteen million times.

We headed to Red Squirrel Campsite at Glen Coe. It’s a pretty woodland site with a cool laidback style, surrounded by giant, looming mountains. Campfires are allowed, noise after 11pm is not. Cost us £10 a night each (kids go free).

After a brief struggle with our new awning, we were happily settled in. The dregs of the flu, the rain, and the midges all made for an early night but having set off pretty reluctantly, I ended the day reminded of why this camping business is awesome. You get amazing views, peace and quiet, and most importantly time to just be together – even braving the delightful Scottish midges can be a bonding experience! (it’s possible I’m still high on flu drugs…)