Life has been pretty hectic, what with work, house renovations and starting school for James. So for once our first port of call on our trip out West to Fort William wasn’t cycling or canoeing but a day at the beach. The lovely golden empty beach at Morar was the perfect antidote for a busy few weeks.
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It's the summer holidays here in NZ and we've been making the most of it by exploring a little further up the Eastern coast and returning to the sea for our first proper surfing session since moving to New Zealand. We drove up to the town of Gisborne, full of history and Captain Cook's famous landing.
A visit to the Outer Hebrides has been on my wish list for a long time, but now we’re back in Scotland the logistics are a lot more manageable.
After our brilliant visit to Elgin Cathedral in the Easter holidays, we headed over to Lossiemouth to set up camp for the rest of our whistle-stop 24hour visit.
When I posted a photo of Tarbat Ness Lighthouse on Facebook a few days ago my friend Sophie asked - so are you a Ligththouse Chaser? And I emphatically answered NO! But then reviewing all our previous Lighthouse blog posts on here - maybe she has a point!
Whilst the beaches on the Outer Hebrides were pretty amazing we were pretty determined to do something a little bit more exciting than spend our whole holiday on the beach.
We had an epic storm one weekend in August at the caravan. It coincided with spring tides and a particularly low pressure so the tide was really high and unusually, there were pretty decent waves visible from the van on the Sandy Beach.
After our impromptu Dorset fossil beach experience it was time to return to schedule on the next day. Back on track for the Little Trekker & Co!
If you live in the North-West Highlands the flipside of looooooong spring & summer days is looooooong autumn & winter nights. And yes the weather. Of course we live by the saying 'There's no such thing as bad weather, only unsuitable clothing' but even the best of Spotty Otter gear does not always help with that often half-hearted sense of adventure ...
After slurping their soup in record time, the Little Trekkers were chomping at the bit to get back to the water. A quick glance across to the beach revealed that the waves had dropped down on to the sand so we agreed to go and have another look.
The saga of the abandoned camping trip is almost over: remember I told you that at the time, the lovely people at Waren Mills campsite phoned us after we returned home and, although they couldn’t return our camping payment, were happy to transfer it to another booking?
Whenever outdoor cooking is happening, the question our two ask first is, “Can we toast mishmaows?” (Ever since a little family friend mispronounced marshmallows whilst accompanying us on an adventure, this has been what we call them).