Having had the best night’s sleep, we bid farewell to our great little find near Archriesgill. We decided to explore more of the coastline off the main road and headed north on the small road leading towards Kinlochbervie.

Archriesgill, Scotland

The little port looked like it had once been a busy place, but currently it stood quiet with few people, even fewer cars and one small convenience store. As this looked closed, we decided to continue on hoping that we would find a beach or rock formations to marvel at.

Not more than a few minutes down the road we came across a sign to a carpark for Oldershoremore Beach. We had read about it and although it was supposed to be dwarfed in beauty by another beach inaccessible to cars, we decided to stop and get out to explore. There were few people. A young couple looking like they lived in their homemade, slightly tired looking camper, and a young family camping on the edge of the cliff facing out across the expanse of beach below them.

As the beach looked reasonably deserted we decided to have a walk and stretch our legs. We walked along the beach and came to some rocks leading towards a large outcrop. I decided to try bouldering and clambered over the first river of various sized rocks and then enjoyed the bracing winds as I climbed the rocky outcrop. The view from the end was extraordinary. The rocks looked like they were falling in to the sea in giant square blocks. It was a bizarre view of a crumbling rock face.

Oldershoremore Beach, Oldershoremore, Scotland

Oldershoremore Beach, Scotland

Once I had returned, Sarah and I decided to build ourselves a stone tower. We gathered rocks from a small rock fall at the back of the beach, and started to construct a Eiffel Tower shaped monolith. As we placed the last stone on the top we noticed that a snail had already tried to summit our construction.

Palmer-Leonard Tower, Oldershoremore Beach, Scotland

Having spent a lovely few hours enjoying the peace and tranquility we headed back to the camper to return towards the main road past our previous night’s camp ground.

We agreed that we would choose an actual campsite for the night as we wanted to complete a service on the camper to ready ourselves for the next few days wild camping. So we again picked up the main road and continued our anti-clockwise route around Scotland’s north coast.

We passed many tiny villages… well some were only a small collection of maybe a half-dozen buildings. Many of the places looked closed up but we did see the occasional person.

We travelled quite a few miles and ended up at Scourie Caravan Park. We had already read up that it was open, but everything about the place seemed deserted. We were aware that they were about to close up for the season so approached the reception. There we saw that there was a number to call. We spoke to a lovely person that said that we could get on and choose a pitch etc. and that they would come by later that afternoon and take payment and provide us with tokens for the washing facilities.

I went for a little explore by bike around Scourie Bay, Scourie, Scotland

Scourie Caravan Park is a great little site, with views over Scourie Bay. I would highly recommend the stopover, there are so many walks leading from the campsite and it is well provided for campers too.

Scourie Bay, Scourie, Scotland

The highlight had to be the neighbours… not the human kind, the bovine kind. One of the things that Scotland is famed for is their Highland Cows. These long haired cows are wonderful. They didn’t seemed bothered when I did my best impression of the local paparazzi. I guess they are used to it. Perhaps they are the local rock stars.

Highland Cow above Scourie Bay, Scourie, Scotland

Having had a peaceful night in our camper, we were back on the road early the following morning but not before Scourie had one more treat for us. A double rainbow. Sadly, the phone's camera does it no justice. To be fair, the Scots had been telling us that it was the 'rainbow season'. In other words, they expected it to rain a lot. The next leg of the journey saw us heading towards Unapool, some way south of our current spot.

Scourie Bay, Scourie, Scotland