We woke up today at the crack of dawn and stayed bunkered down in the van for another hour or so until it was time to get up and move on out for stage two of the trip.
A little robin red breast perched next to me and whistles hello as I took in the view. No worms for him at the moment.
Soon enough we were on the way to The Green Welly Stop for fuel for the camper and ourselves as this would be the last meal until soup and bread tonight.
Glen Coe was amazing to see covered in a blanket of white all around as far as the eye could see. The contrast of the valley floor covered in mustard yellow heath grass and scrubland, a desolate lonely place to be but full of such awe inspiring landscape and a beauty all of its own.
There were cars parked up at various lay-bys, with people off hiking a few miles up the mountains and back all in an afternoons work. Meanwhile we were still making our way slowly though the highlands until we made a left turn down a curious hill which upon came into view a slip road Into the Loch, where the road ended and a sign was present displaying roll on roll off ferry crossing times.
On through the woods by the side of the shore line and up into the hills.
The beach was and is stunning. Just amazing. So remote, so far away from villages towns and cites and only accessible by walking or by boat from the North Atlantic Ocean.
Over a creek and across the way stood an old boat house boarded up for the winter which we investigated and behind that layed the ruins of an old stone house covered in moss and grown over grass, nature had taken back its grip on the land for sure.
I quite ungracefully made my way back over the stepping stones of the creek toward the beach not knowing my pal was filming me! Great!
We walked along the shore line on the soft sand, our feet sinking in a good few inches with each step. The view to the left of the North Atlantic and mountains & islands beyond was stunning, the view to our right the shore line of the beach fenced by the slopes of the pine forests and dense forest.
After walking along the shoreline for a while we turned uphill into the forest tonfind a suitable place to make camp for the night.
We rigged up an overhead sheet to cover out bags keep them dry and set up the hammocks within minutes and started to collect firewood and kindling for the fire after dark.
Once that was done we walked down to the beach to do some line fishing, we knocked limpets off the rocks for bait, placed them on the hooks and spun out lines out to sea and sat down on the rocks to wait for our fish………which didn’t come! Ah well, no problem as we had soup back at camp for dinner.
After a few more castings of the lines and daylight quickly disappearing we made our way back to camp to start the fire. My pal wanting to do it without a lighter and with only a flint and strike made a great effort, but the bark was too damp and after a while I took out my cheap 59p lighter and made an instant flame to the kindling and soon a well established fire was roaring away giving much needed warmth!
I notice the clouds had all gone and the stars in all the depth and majesty were out in full force making the night air even colder than a few hours before when we had the blanket of clouds.
I went back to the hammock straight away as I felt the cold creeping into my body, jumped into the warmth of the sleeping bag and went back to sleep, only waking again at around 5 am.