.....our time in Brittany, France....
After
so many towns and cities recently, we were both dying to get out to the
wilderness of the Scottish Highlands, and be free from bookings, hotels, public
transport, traffic, internet and people for a while.
We
noticed Megabus had a promotion on their new sleeper bus between London and
Aberdeen, so in the spirit of trying something new, we decided to give it a go.
It certainly wasn’t the most comfortable night, with the lower bunks we had
chosen being a bit restrictive, but we agreed for the price it had been worth a
shot. The one hour trip from Aberdeen bus station to the village of Strichen in
Aberdeenshire (where Richard’s daughter, Kim lives) was gently scenic with
rolling green hills, farmland with new lambs and calves, and splashes of yellow
from the rapeseed fields, gorse and broom. We weren’t so keen on the grim and
dark granite buildings in all the towns in this area, but the absolutely
brilliant warm and sunny weather somehow softened the severity of them.
We
spent a lovely couple of days around Strichen with the unexpectedly great
weather continuing (as it did for our next two weeks!). Highlights included :
Warming
up for further walking adventures, with a long walk along a disused railway
line from Fraserburgh, complete with old platforms, wild gooseberries,
raspberries, apples, fuchsias, pansies and roses, scotch pines, birds
fluttering and twittering in the hedgerows, and the coconut like smell of the
flowering gorse sweet on the breeze.
A
visit to the wonderful old farm house and garden of a relative, and the spectacle
of a bluebell grove in full flower, along with rhododendrons, beech and elms.
A
drive to visit the Bullers of Buchan, a coastal area with cliffs housing
thousands of marine birds, including guillemots, cormorants, gulls and the
first glimpse of a puffin, and Slaines Castle, an abandoned and atmospheric
ruin rumoured to have inspired Bram Stoker’s Dracula, sitting unprotected and
unloved by the dramatic coast line.
The
walk around the somewhat rundown town and port of Peterhead, a once thriving fishing harbour,
now with an air of neglect and poverty.
Catching
up with many years worth of news, and reminiscing with some old memories.
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Glorious sunshine through the tree tops, Strichen, Scotland |
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Bluebell grove in flower, Strichen, Scotland |
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Beautiful garden with bluebells, Strichen, Scotland |
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Along the cliffs, Bullers of Buchan, Aberdeenshire, Scotland |
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So happy to see a puffin! Bullers of Buchan, Aberdeenshire, Scotland |
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Wildflowers, Aberdeenshire, Scotland |
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Start of Fraserbugh walk, Aberdeenshire, Scotland |
We
were surprised to hear about the local language called Doric, which is common
in Aberdeenshire, and includes phrases such as “fit like min” (How are you?),
“abdy” (everybody), “loon” (boy) and “bap” (roll).
The
adventure started when we left the east of Scotland to hitch hike to the north.
We had a map and a vague route planned, but when we reached Lairg, a village we
thought might take us a couple of days to get to in four hours, we thought we’d
better slow down a bit! Taking advantage of the light evenings (the sun never
really goes down in summer in Scotland, it just gets a bit darker between about
11pm and 3am), we walked and waited a bit longer for a lift at the beginning of
the tiny quiet road to Tongue, but there was too little traffic
(as in none!). We’d seen a sign for a bird hide nearby, so after a walk in to
Loch Shin, we found the small wooden building, chatted with the last twitchers
of the evening and settled in for the night.
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Spent a comfortable night in a bird hide, Lairg, Scotland |
The
scenery up to the north coast continued to become more beautiful, with many
stone walls, lochs and hill sides with interesting breeds of sheep, and as we
turned west, the spectacular highland scenery began with bigger, bare
mountains, and not so many trees . It was in Tongue we leant about the “North
Coast 500”- the coastal road that winds its way from Inverness and around to Ullapool,
and has recently been promoted by the Highland Council as one of the most
scenic drives in the world. Although this road has always been there, because
of this clever marketing, it has now become incredibly popular for caravans, huge
motorhomes, motorbikes, push bikes and classic car fanatics. It means the road
is much busier, and the character has changed a lot. The woman in the tourist
information in Ullapool told us how busy the area was as a consequence- even at the very beginning of
the season tourists were arriving and finding everywhere in town fully booked.
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The gorgeous road between Lairg and Tongue, Scotland |
Leaving our bags after a chat with delightful local artist Mark Edwards, we spent the
afternoon walking around in the glorious sunshine, exploring the castle and the
stunning views, and enjoying a drink at the pub.
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Enjoying the heat! Tongue, Scotland |
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Tongue junction, Scotland |
That
night we encountered the first of the dreaded midges. We’d hoped we would be
too early for the horrible little flying, bitey bugs, but because of the warm
weather the previous few weeks, they were out in early force. We managed to get
out tent up and down again in the morning with minimal damage to our skins, but
Sal discovered an unfortunate allergy to the bites, and had to take
antihistamines for the rest of the trip to balance the swelling and itching.
The supposed repellent product Skin So Soft that someone gave us, caused a
blistery rash over Sal’s face, and was actually worse than the bites in the
end!
We
were excited to embark on the next part of the trip, and visit Sal’s first
bothy. A bothy is a small cottage, usually on a large estate, and once used
for stalking, sheparding or fishing. The Mountain Bothies Association (which
Rich belonged to in the 1970’s) has had permission from some land owners over
the years to turn some of these old decrepit buildings into shelters for
walkers. Because of their original purpose many of the converted bothies are in
remote and wild places. And best of all, they’re free!
In
Scotland, there is a law that allows hill walkers to pretty much have access to
any wild land, and the cooperation involved between landowners and hill walkers is
refreshing- it’s mutually beneficial for them both.
The
first one we visited was Strabeg- a relatively short, but gorgeous walk up the
glen from the main road (the turn off was in the middle of nowhere), and when
we arrived we found it empty and tidy. We set up our beds in a room upstairs,
and rested on the grass outside in the warm.
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Walking to Strabeg bothy, Scotland |
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Stunning location of Strabeg bothy |
The
bothy had three big rooms, and a sitting
room with a fire, and after collecting some firewood, and having a bit of a
wash in the picturesque stream, we enjoyed chatting with a couple of other
guests who arrived later in the day (mostly doing long distance walks), cooked some dinner on the fire,
and slept soundly.
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Collecting firewood, Strabeg, Scotland |
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A well need wash, Strabeg, Scotland |
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Relaxing in the bothy, Strabeg, Scotland |
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Strabeg bothy, Scotland |
The
bothy had a stunning setting, and when all the others had left, for the next
two days we had the whole area to ourselves to walk and admire different views
-from under the boggy and moody crags to the top of the smooth barren hills.
There wasn’t a great deal of plant life on show here (apart from the small area of birch woods on the crags), mainly heather, the
occasional windblown juniper, tiny tough wildflowers in cracks and rocks with
psychedelic coloured moss. It was fun walking up and down the hill collecting
lots of water from the stream to fill bottles and buckets, and collecting more
firewood- really loved it. The glen held many sheep, and we found ticks a
bit of a problem, with about six between us.
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Making a cairn, Strabeg, Scotland |
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Lovely views from the bothy, Strabeg, Scotland |
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Washing area, Strabeg, Scotland |
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Cute bothy building, Strabeg, Scotland |
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View of the bothy from a nearby hill, Strabeg, Scotland |
Rich
was quiet shocked at how much the bothy system has changed. Having visited and worked on dozens of bothies in the past, in his day the existence and locations were
all a bit secretive. But now, with the internet, new long distance walks, and
several TV programs about the bothies, there are many more visitors- one couple
even had a smart phone complete with Bothy App!! Rich was not amused!
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Thinking about the old days, Strabeg, Scotland |
Once
we packed up and found our way back to the main road (Rich proved his talent
for finding the way where there were no paths!), we had a long wait till the next
lift. We found ourselves amusing ourselves by jumping around doing exercises,
high kicks and ballet (well, Sal did......). The weather stayed warm, if not
always sunny, and we were happy to wait, or sometimes, just start walking until
a car came.
On
arrival in Durness, a place that should have been charming and beautiful, we
were immediately put off by the HUGE numbers of enormous caravan and
motorhomes, tour buses, B and Bs and tourists. Even the white sand beaches and
the first of the white cottages typical of the west coast we had seen, couldn’t keep us in town, and we
got a lift through glorious mountain scenery to Scourie, on the west coast,
where the landscape seemed even greener.
Rich
had remembered a great little pub there from years ago, but when arrived, we
could only find a hugely posh and expensive hotel aimed at the “500ers”. We
felt a little down because of the tourism, and being tired, but we convinced
each to keep walking to a beautiful coastal area out of town, where we found a
spectacular camping spot on the cliffs overlooking ocean and islands. We were
extremely exhausted from all the walking over the past few days, and after a
picnic looking out at seals, the midges came out in the early evening, and we
decided that was a very good time to retire and sleep in our lovely warm little
tent. We talked a bit about perhaps moving down to England to walk to avoid the
horrible midges.
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A Highland coo, Scourie, Scotland |
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Looking for a campsite, Scourie, Scotland |
Luckily
we woke to bright sun and strong wind (midge removing weather), and headed to
our second, very different, bothy at Kylestrome/Glen Dhu. The path in was long
(for us), but well maintained and used by the wealthy estate. If it
was possible to enjoy a walk more than Strathbeg, this was it. We saw the first
purple flowers on the heather here, fox gloves and many other wildflowers.
We
were quite exhausted on arrival, but the grand beauty of the loch and the walk
up the glen, totally revived us and we were so happy. After not being able to
lift her backpack off the bed in Cambridge, to carrying it for 10 miles or more
by the end of the month, Sal felt quite proud of herself!
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Long walk into Glen Dhu bothy, Scotland |
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Nearly there, Glen Dhu bothy, Scotland |
Again,
this bothy was empty when we arrived, so we tidied up a bit and made a little
home there for a few days. This bothy had very little firewood nearby, so we
scoured the loch side and brought a big bag back, so we could make a cup of tea
and enjoy a small fire at night. We took a rest day, and although not sunny, we
really needed the break from walking or carrying our packs. A few walkers came
through (all doing the same Fort William to Cape Wrath trek), including the 80+
year old hill running Suzie, posh and quiet Nik with his 5.50 pound chicken
korma in a bag, and a couple of mad retired middle aged cyclists, ticking off
highland spots every weekend, and we enjoyed the brief company. The weather
turned a bit cooler, with rain and gale force winds nearly blowing the bothy roof off on our last night.
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Rustic charm, Glen Dhu bothy, Scotland |
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Our room for a few days, Glen Dhu bothy, Scotland |
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What a location! Glen Dhu bothy, Scotland |
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Watching the weather, Glen Dhu bothy, Scotland |
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Appreciating the warmth, Glen Dhu bothy, Scotland |
.....more Scotland, It's A Hard Life In The Highlands.......
A very nice bit of poetic travel writing prose which must have taken some construction (third paragraph, post colon ) with phrases like 'sweet on the breeze' that gave that Asiatic tropical sense within the lived experience of a geographical climatic zone of the northern hemisphere. As travelers I get a sense of your (plural) movement through space somehow becomes a tapestry of your psycho-geography as travel biography. Thanks for the insight.
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