I needed an
early start on Saturday for an event I was attending in Inverness. However, as Inverness
is a good three hour ride away, rather than being forced to set off at dark o’clock,
I decided to work a camping weekend around it. I asked about and had the site
at Bunchrew Caravan Park recommended to me. A quick phone call and I was booked
in for two nights, Friday and Saturday.
|Ready to Roll|
Now, I haven’t
been camping in over three years, for obvious reasons, so I dragged out all my
kit, rummaged about to find what I needed, and loaded up the panniers that had
been stacked in the back of the shed for the same length of time. All set for
|Highland Cow Sculpture, Ralia Cafe|
As I didn’t
need to be in Inverness for any particular time I had a bit of a lie-in, a late
breakfast, and then a leisurely run up the A9, stopping just the once at the
Ralia Café just north of Dalwhinnie for a bit of a break.
Filling up in Inverness
once I arrived was another wallet-emptying experience. The joy of a bike with a
25 litre tank.
|View from my tent|
The campsite is
located a few miles out of town on the shore of the Beauly Firth, and the area
for tents is next to the shore giving you spectacular views out over the water.
|Feet up and relaxing|
With no hotels
or pubs nearby I had brought my own food and some whisky should I feel like it
later. With the weather being bright and sunny it was nice just sitting and
looking out over the water and reading a book. There are worse ways to spend
your Friday night.
|Kessock Bridge in early morning haze|
spent on a run up the east coast, and I’ll post about that separately later.
Back at the
site it was more of the same, although the wind got up a bit in the evening
forcing a few folk to rig extra guy ropes and dropping the temperature a bit.
|Sunset over the Beauly Firth|
all packed away and another gentle run back down the A9. This is actually a
rather pleasant road if you’re blessed with warm weather and a Sunday morning’s
lack of traffic. And all too soon I’m home and the weekend is over.
weekend away, I must get the tent out a bit more this year. A trip further
afield may not be out of the question either. Pity there’s no guaranteeing similar
downside to staying on a big campsite like this, however, is that you are at
the mercy of whoever rocks up and camps next to you. An awful lot of people don’t
seem to realise that tents aren’t soundproof, so loud (drunken) conversation
into the wee small hours, along with radios blaring, are a nuisance if all you
want to do is enjoy the tranquillity and/or get some sleep. I just put in some
earplugs and tried not to let it bother me overmuch.