We rolled out mid-morning from the Knoydart Bunkhouse I originally planned on heading off to Stirling the day we returned to Mallaig (April 28), but then I reminded myself I was on vacation and running around like a chicken with it’s head cut off wasn’t on my agenda, so I shot an email off to Fiona #2 who runs the beautiful B&B I stayed at before leaving for Knoydart and booked myself another night at Seaview Guest House.
As it was shaping up to be yet another extraordinarily beautiful day, I settled my things back at the B&B and set out for a three-mile walk down to Morar to enjoy the beach per the recommendation of Ms. Hilary. On my way down, three of the gents from the hill walk spotted me and gave me a lift; the wonderful darlings!
Holy beautiful, Batman! I arrived while the tide was out… and I mean “out”. Meters and meters of soft sand to walk along before you got to the water (with the exception of a small inlet where a little boat was anchored).
There were only a few folks out and about, so I walked the sands, stepped in the warm water, threw my pack down in the sand to pull my Kindle out, and spent three peaceful hours reading and soaking in the sun. It was heaven.
Photos from Morar:
I originally scheduled time in Edinburgh so I could attend Beltane, but after days on the move and a wee bit too much whisky courtesy of the Whisky Distillery and one of the employees who took me out for a few after his shift, I wasn’t much feeling it haha.
My only recommendation for whisky is the Strathisla 12 year from the Speyside region. Apparently I’m not a Glenfiddich fan. Also, if you ever find yourself in Edinburgh, check out Cadenhead’s – Scotland’s oldest independent bottler – along the Royal Mile. Great team and wholly knowledgeable about all things uisge beatha (whisky for the non-Gaelic speakers).
I did snap a few photos around the Royal Mile, saw some beautiful old architecture (that I couldn’t really capture on my cell because the buildings are really close to one another), and had a hell of a walk to the bus station for the airport bus the morning of May 1st.
While the majority of my trip was rain free, the day I left the Gods cried and I found myself trudging about 3 miles uphill from the flat I rented through Airbnb at the bottom of the Royal Mile just across from Hollyrood Palace. Google Maps had me a bit turned around as did the fact that one would think the bridge above Waverly Station would be Waverly bridge… nope. That bridge was in fact three more down from the station and on the “high level” of Edinburgh. Burn! On the upside: it was a fantastic workout!
Sadly, I boarded the plane in Edinburgh and found myself back in the States. What I wouldn’t give for another holiday!
Next week (?) I’ll post the photos I took from my honest-to-goodness camera, especially as it seems I won’t be finding myself in nature anytime soon with the insanity that is taking a full course load of college classes while working full time. Gah!