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.
aparcamiento (rural) 🅿️🌲
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.
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.
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!
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 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.
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.
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.
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.
Tito Joan needs Papi Edu in Barcelona... and I have to stay in Edinburgh with a new human named Fabi. He isn't my family, but at least he has a couch and seems like a good person.
We discovered the Highland Folk Museum and ended the day sleeping among the pines next to Loch Garten. It was a quiet place, although the loch hid a sign that made us not want to take a dip...