We’re finally getting to the end of the Skye holiday posts – I don’t know who’ll be more relieved, you or me 🙂 We had glorious weather for the week we were on the Island, so when they forecast a change for the worse – rain coming down from the north, we decided it was time to start heading home. We had a wonderful drive over the Skye Bridge, down the coast to Glencoe and then across to the Great Glen. There was one part of the journey where we travelled through a glacial landscape of pools and great stone erratics. It was completely fantastical and I desperately want to go back and explore!
We decided to break our journey at Loch Lomond for one night and we stopped at the Camping and Caravanning Site right on the edge of the Loch. The Warden made a comment about clearing up lots of dead rabbits and not letting the dogs sniff around which was a bit perturbing and the sky got greyer and gloomier, as did my mood. Almost the end of the holiday.
We had a pitch right by the Loch, which ordinarily I would have been pleased about, but I was prepared to be irritated by everything, even the waves lapping on the shore were annoying me by not swishing in and out regularly like the sea, but slapping onto the rocks discordantly in the growing wind. In effect, it was just not Skye – I don’t think anywhere would have been good enough in comparison. I was depressed by having to leave the Island and the approaching end of the holiday.
During the night it started to rain heavily. I’m a light sleeper and usually wake up on and off throughout the night so I was rather annoyed when Mr Stoatie woke me up just as I was actually fast asleep for once. ‘Can you smell something?’ he said. Could I? You bet! It turned out poor old Tilly had an upset tummy and had messed on her bed. Fortunately it’s waterproof, so we decided to just throw it out of the van and deal with it in the morning. What we hadn’t calculated on was Tilly flinging herself out of the door as soon as it was opened. I leapt after her without thinking, which was interesting as I was completely starkers. Good job it was pitch black and we were at the edge of the site! I managed to get Tilly back in the van, throw on some clothes and harness up both dogs.
During this process Mr Stoatie reached across to pass me something and discovered another pool of poo, which got smeared up his arm. There was a farcical ten minutes which saw me wrestling with clothes and two excitable dogs while the OH sat helplessly on the end of the bed, naked, with one arm in the air. Once he was washed up we had an interesting half hour throwing dog blankets, coats and other contaminated items out of the van to be dealt with in the light.
You aren’t allowed to wash dog items in the site laundry room, so the following morning found Mr Stoatie washing various items in the loch, bent over like an old fashioned washer woman. We wrung them out between us as best we could and shoved them in a bin bag to be dealt with when we got home. The good news was that Tilly seemed to be on the mend and the van smelt fine, so we packed up and headed south.
Our next stop was at Keswick. The site here, again, directly on the Lake, was packed, and we were lucky to get a pitch. Unfortunately the rain followed us, but the good news was that the town centre was only a five minute walk away, so we had a little look round the shops and sat in the square eating fish and chips for lunch. Things were looking up!