Postcards From... North Coast 500
On the banks of Loch Ness
1st of September 2021, two days before my 27th birthday, I drove four hours from my grandparent’s house in Ayrshire to Inverness to start my solo camping road trip of the North Coast 500.
Three and a half weeks later I had driven over 1000 miles, taken over 1000 photos, and gotten another year older.
It was September in Scotland and while I was extremely lucky with the weather, of course there were days where I had to sit in my car for eight hours because it was too wet to step outside. Sleeping on the floor in a tent for three weeks wrecked my back, and I went an embarrassing amount of days without having a vegetable.
I had the most incredible time.
Sunshine and storms over Dornoch Beach. It was about 23C so I paddled, but the water was freezing.
Duncansby Stacks
Watching the sun go down at the Duncansby Stacks. There was absolutely no way to get down to that beach, but somehow there was a guy walking along it and I have no idea how he did it.
Made it to John O’Groats and was briefly the northernmost person on the British Mainland at Dunnet Head
Stopped for lunch at the cliffs of Old Wick Castle
Bacon, egg and black pudding breakfast roll at Sango Bay.
I had one every morning I camped here because they were so good.
The biggest (and best) cheese and tomato scone that I’ve ever had. It was as big as my face
The Mountain Coffee Co. Gairloch
Evening walks on the beach at Sango Bay
The most incredible sunrise on my last morning camping at Sango Bay
Roadside stops on my way down the West Coast
The view from the top of the Bealach Na Ba. I drove down the other side and found a coffeeshop/art gallery and it was like finding an oasis. I bought a piece of art and the title in Gaelic turned out to mean ‘mist’ which was extremely apt.
A secret beach over the rocks from Achmelvich beach. It was 25C and the beach was deserted so I spent an hour paddling and getting sunburned
All three days at Dunnet Bay were misty. The beach went on for hours and it felt like walking along the edge of the world
The view from the Suidhe Viewpoint on the road around Loch Ness. It was the windiest place I’ve ever been and I had to hold onto my glasses to make sure that they didn’t blow away
Watching the sunset over Skye on one of my last nights away.
Big Sands, Gairloch
Those three weeks were incredible and a welcome break from eighteen months of lockdowns and quarantines. As the weather gets colder and new variants arise, these memories are keeping me going until the world can open again.