My other half has been holidaying in the highlands of Scotland ever since he was a baby, and it is now a BIG family tradition. So much so that all his huge extended family make the pilgrimage every year, with some staying a month or so and others dropping by for the odd week.
Legend has it that his Grandad was the first person to tow a caravan to this particular beach back in the 1950′s, which is no mean feat given that it is miles from pretty much anywhere and down a very windy, narrow and hilly track. My tradition is that we go every other year, with me choosing what we do on the alternate year!
So this year is the highlands, in our trusty van, two man tent and windbreak – so start praying for sun please. As we all know, you don’t go to Scotland for the weather – but I have to admit that when it’s good, you really cant beat it. The scenery is beautiful in a barren, open and untouched sort of way, the sand is white and fine and the sea is tropical blue (if a little chilly – wetsuits are a must!).
What’s more there are lots of lovely off-road running routes, and there is a gang of regular runners of all abilities heading off most mornings. Most years I don’t join them, because I am on holiday and like a lazy start to my day, but this year I am taking my shoes and planning to get back on track with some gentle runs. Being the highlands it will be difficult to post as there are limited signals but I will take some pictures to share upon my return.
Until then – the midge lotion, welly boots and sunglasses are all packed, speak to you soon.
