This morning, Daddy Edu turned into a makeshift electrician. The car lights kept playing up, so he spent hours with his head under the bonnet, fiddling with wires, checking fuses, and muttering technical terms like "earth", "relay", and others that I'd rather not repeat. He tried everything he could, disconnected this, adjusted that, and in the end, did what you do with any rebellious appliance: remove a random part.

In this case, he removed the right rear light bulb... and voilà!, everything worked again as if nothing had happened. Then he put the same bulb back in and... it kept working. So we don't know what happened, but we considered it sorted. Scottish version of electrical mysteries.

After the makeshift workshop, we deserved a walk, so we went along the cliffs towards Wick Castle, or what's left of it. Because castle, castle... it isn't anymore. What remains is a half-broken tower on a dramatic cliff, with the sea crashing below and a wind that messes with your very thoughts. But, hey, it has its charm. And the views are so amazing that you forget that the path goes a metre from the abyss. I went with my lead on, just in case I took a jump of excitement and ended up saying hello to the seagulls from below.

When we returned to the car park, there was a car next to us with two elderly gentlemen looking at our camper van as if it were a spaceship. They looked at me too, of course, because you can't compete with my charisma. It turns out they were from Israel, very friendly, around 70 years old each, one up, one down. They chatted for a while with Daddy Edu, and before leaving, invited him to dinner with them. I, frankly, thought that that didn't happen anymore... but it did!

They agreed to meet us in the afternoon in a nearby town, about a 15-minute drive away. At seven o'clock we went there, and although I stayed in the camper (because, of course, the restaurants aren't yet prepared for my level of elegance), they left me my ball and a couple of treats, so good. Meanwhile, Daddy Edu had dinner with the gentlemen and had a great time. He ate something typically Scottish called "mince and tatties," which is nothing more than minced meat with brown gravy and a good dollop of mashed potatoes. Very tasty, yes, but a bit heavy if you then have to drive amongst sheep in the twilight.

Around ten o'clock we were already returning to the cliffs, but this time our premium spot was already occupied. No worries, we found another spot with views and without neighbours too close. And before going to bed, as every night, we went for a short walk in the countryside. I peed and pooped under a full moon and a salty breeze. What more could you ask for?

We slept here again, with the swell of the sea, a distant lighthouse, and a car that no longer flashes for no reason.