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We stopped in Gairloch with the intention of continuing, but the bad weather and the midges held us back... and even the people from Malaga showed up again to say hello!

Today we crossed a suspension bridge, saw a gorge and went up to a viewpoint with amazing views. All very epic... if it weren't for the fact that we did it without mud, without adventure, and from inside.

We visited a place where the stones talk, the sheep don't stray from the path, and Daddy Edu came back covered in sand. In the evening, live music... although less 'live' than expected.

We climbed a mountain with giant deer, met up again with Andalusian and Gibraltarian friends, drank until the midges... and ended the day in a secret, bug-free corner.

An epic hike to the highest waterfall in the UK, mud up to our ears, views we didn't see, and a swim with a surprise… of midges. And all to sleep in an unremarkable port, but with an estuary.

From cliffs with caves to deserted beaches and icy swims. Today we cross the north of Scotland amongst chatty Spaniards, hitchhikers with faith, and sunsets over lonely lakes.

A postcard sunset, holes in the sand, and a farmer with more bad temper than a gone-off yoghurt: that's what our day was like, spent amongst deserted beaches, spectacular cliffs, and epic quests for a signal.

A walk amongst historic stones, a luxury washing machine, and a lady handing out sweets. Between wind, industrial memories, and a car park with a view, we find a moment of respite in the north of Scotland.

Among Viking ruins, castles that look out to sea and little birds that look like penguins, we arrive at the very north of Scotland... only to turn around looking for a place where they won't throw eggs at us.

Crazy lights, a castle hanging over the abyss, and an unexpected dinner with two gentlemen from Israel. Me, in the campervan with my football. Daddy Edu, with mince and tatties in his belly.

Amidst spectacular cliffs and ancient ruins, Daddy Edu battles a cough... and the car decides to join the drama with a light failure worthy of a disco.

Expensive castles, walks amongst ferns, an "alternative" beach, and a lonely place with a sad history. Oh, and sand in your ears. That's what our day in the Highlands was like.