The weekend after our camping trip in Glen Affric we had the chance to join our housemate in Ullapool for the weekend. Whilst she didn’t have any space in the cottage she had rented, there was a garden big enough for us to pitch up the tent. So we headed up on Friday afternoon, arriving just in time for a cracking sunset and some fish and chips on the shore. The weather was glorious but we were pessimistic about this lasting for the weekend, based on experience.
That night we enjoyed some chatter and drinks with Marsha and her friends, who were staying in the cottage. They recommended a driving route for the following day up along the coast, allowing us to see some beaches and paps along the way. A chilly walk to the tent after sitting around the open fire wasn’t the most appealing notion, but by the time we were snuggled up in the tent we were happy…until the air bed decided to deflate in the middle of the night. We have the worst luck with those things.
Slightly groggy, we awoke the next morning to sunshine and birdsong. It was expected to be a gorgeous day so we set off after a quick breakfast to go and explore. We headed up towards Achiltibuie and then along to Achnahaird, past Stac Polly before following the coast around to Lochinver and along to Achmelvich beach.
What a stunning drive and such beautiful places to be seen along the way. Whilst it was chilly in the wind, the sun was beating down and we really couldn’t believe the colour of the water at Achmelvich: turquoise and inky blues to rival those of the Caribbean. It really is such a beautiful country!
That evening was spent around the dinner table enjoying a homemade fish pie, a seat in front of the fire and a few drams of whiskey…heaven (well until we had to go back to the deflated mattress).
On the way home we drove back along the Shieldaig peninsula grabbing some views of Torridon before, you guessed it…torrential rain hit! Desperate for some seafood we headed to Strathcarron where we enjoyed a yummy lunch at Kishorn Seafood Bar. Synchrodestiny played its part when we were sat next to a couple who had spent a lot of time in Sri Lanka as their friend, sat at another table, owned a place out there. We got chatting about our wedding and by the time we left we had a contact number for Chris, who had offered to rent us out his villa. Less than a year later and we were sat in his Sri Lankan pad where we were staying in with Andy’s family, sharing beers after getting married!