Back to the mainland
today. The 11:50 ferry means an early alarm call – We need to be
off site by 10:30, there's washing up to be done, toilet to be
emptied and stuff stowed for a trip. All done and at the ferry by
10:50. Not time to sit bored though as two vehicles ahead are a
couple we recognised from last Sunday's Beltane ceremony. Morris
Dancers, folk festival attendees so we had an interesting chat. All
is good.
UNTIL – the ferry
choreographer give me my boarding instructions, just follow that van
and reverse on. Reverse!! I don't do reversing. I don't have a rear
mirror view, only wing mirrors, the rear of the van overhangs, the
reversing sensor get triggered by adjacent dust mites. I don't do
reversing. Not just reversing neither, up the gang plank, then hard
left then straighten out at just the right moment to get into lane.
Why's he signalling hard lock? Ah, OK just missed that invisible pole
that holds up some deck structure. Keep coming back, keep coming but
I'm gonna hit. Stop! About 6” from the van behind. Phew! Then watch
as the next vehicle reverses bumper crunchingly close to within the
same distance of my own front bumper. At least we're pointing the
right way to drive off.
The Orkney crossing
can be rough, at least this short crossing is only in open water for
about 20 minutes. A little swell today but no real problem. Most of
the journey was spent outside watching the guillemots and razorbills
but even in the bright sunshine it is cold.
Off and running,
first stop Tescos Thurso to grab a couple of essentials including
lunch. I'm not a huge fan of Tescos but they generally have free wifi
and clean toilets, essentials for van travellers. Plan was originally
to head for Durness on the opposite end of the N coast but Liz has
found an interesting site about 25 miles further on, round the
corner, on the west coast. So a change of what was never really much
of a plan. Good fast roads, past Dounreay nuclear power plant and on,
flat, gorse inspired heathland, And then suddenly the terrain
changes, dramatic mountains, the A road downsized to a single track
with passing places, twisting round mountain sides or past small
lochs, or following a stunning rugged coastline. Progress drops from
60mph to less than 40 as the road twists and turns and planned
passing place stops allow opposite direction travellers to make
similar progress. This is a road for bikers (we see a few) and fast
sports cars (a few of these too). On a slightly wider section I slow
to allow a biker to pass and am rewarded by a chipping flying up and
dinging the windscreen right in the middle of my line of vision.
Rats! And its one of those dings that might just be OK but might
slowly develop into major windscreen problems. That would almost
certainly mean a detour to Inverness. Lets hope not.
It's a tiring drive,
only just under 4 hours but a lot of heavy concentration. The
campsite is a welcome relief and what a fantastic campsite,
overlooking a bay with Red Throated Divers doing their diving thing.
As we drove this afternoon the day turned into a really beautiful
sunny day and so we were rewarded with quite some sunset.


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