Friday 31st July 2020 to Thursday 6th August 2020
Woke up in Brora, it was actually dry.
We travelled further south to Aviemore staying in a pine forest. The woman at reception warned us against letting Cfor out as there were Pine Martins about and they will kill and eat a cat. We compromised and just let him out while it was light.
We were looking forward to visiting the Reindeer centre but unbelievably they had no sodding reindeer there. You had to pay £17.50 and walk up a big hill to visit and feed them. Luckily we’d missed their meal time so we went to the natural beach at Loch Morlich.
Saturday we travelled to Edinburgh on the way we stopped at the Kelpies near Falkirk.
After settling into the camp at Edinburgh I memorised the route into the city centre and set off on Zippy; big mistake. They’ve closed dozens of road because of COVID and I got hopelessly lost. On top of that the roads were shockingly bad, they made Italian roads look good! Sunday we got the bus into town.
We got off the bus on Princess Street and walked to the Royal Mile where they sell a considerable amount of Scottish themed tat.
Julie wanted to see the statue of Greyfriars Bobby
Just a stone’s throw away is an eatery…
We trekked out to Holyrood to see the Scottish Parliament.
Edinburgh has some beautiful buildings so it’s hard to imagine anyone ever though this was a good way to spend £414m. Mind you I suppose most of those pound notes were English.
Joking aside I think Scotland should be an independent country. It’s amazing to me they passed up on the chance.
Monday we hopped on Zippy and went to see the royal yacht Britannia. Sadly there was no Sunshine on Leith so it was bloody freezing.
We had a tour around the boat/ship/yacht…
We had lunch in the royal deck tea room
Back at camp Cfor kept disappearing into the hedge behind our van; God knows what feral things go on in there…
Tuesday we headed back into England stopping just across the water from the Holy Island of Lindisfarne..
The island was packed with tourists, I struggled to get away from them…
Thursday we set off for Whitby stopping off at the Angel of the North
Whitby turned out to be a massive disappointment; the town itself was tacky…
even though it was a Thursday it was overrun with tattooed pie eaters.
Tomorrow’s me burfday, I won’t be spending it in Whitby.