Very wild and windy in the night. Against his natural instinct, Guy decided we should retrace our steps and take the safer route back to Shieldaig. We had pre-booked a campsite here as the washing was piling up. There are loads of vans and motorhomes in the area at the moment which means turning up on the day doesn’t really work.
Quickly took over the laundry room – filling both washing machines, then causing a traffic jam at the tumble drier. 😬
Went for a walk in the afternoon, giving ourselves an hour whilst the sheets and towels were tumbling. What looked like an unpromising path turned into a beautiful walk around Loch Torridon as the sun came out. Got a bit carried away, and five miles later came back to find our half dry stuff unceremoniously dumped in a basket as the next customer had given up hope of us ever returning to collect it. Yes, I do feel guilty 😬
There’s supposed to be a good seafood eatery in the tiny village. We were thinking of eating out, but when we stuck our head in the door, it seemed like a very dated place that smelt like dirty carpets. Guy reckons it smelt of smoked fish but I don’t think those two smells can be confused 😂
Fish out the freezer in the hope of a fast defrost – paella it is then!