I climbed Ben Nevis dodging hiking poles like spears. We reached the top soaked and battered by the fog and sticks. And you know what? We didn’t like it. Not one bit.
Scotland 🏴
Morning rain, a well-deserved rest, and the day ended with a ball, beach, and sunset over the Irish Sea. No mountain today, but there were views and a deluxe nap.
Pill without drama, post-Brexit paperwork and a president cheating at golf. We’ll sleep next to the monument of a Russian shipwreck with more lives than a cat.
A day of transition: a rural chat with the Dutch, a peaceful journey to Northern Ireland, and an evening stroll amongst trees and campervans.