Papi Edu fell ill with a fever, and I took the opportunity to snuggle up all day. Australian visitors, Coca-Cola in the sun, and endless naps. Two days without moving, but with stories to tell.
🏴 Scotland - part 2 – Global Tracking 2025
🏴 Scotland - part 2
After three days in nurse mode in Cramond, we're back on the road. We emptied the waste tanks, restocked the larder, and ended up in a place with waterfalls, a cool river, and a luxury car park.
A suspension bridge, a dip in the river, and this cold that won't budge. While Daddy Edu battles the viruses, I keep watch from the towel. Sometimes being a canine nurse is hard work.
We continue the route between bends and colds, with a stop at a historic bridge and a desperate search for a place to sleep. In the end, a peaceful forest, a short walk and a night without any surprises.
The flu isn't giving up, but neither are we. We stroll through historic forests, look for views on the Black Isle peninsula, and discover one of the few places where wild camping is permitted.
We went to look for dolphins and ended up finding enchanted waterfalls, oil rigs and other people's gardens. Luckily we slept surrounded by fields and tranquility... without fairies or annoying humans!
A picture-postcard day: between cathedrals, rich people's golf courses with clubs, wild dunes, rusty boats, and Germans going wild about our mobile phone signal. And me, as always, in the thick of it all.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.