After being treated to a good 3-4 days of
above average temperatures and sunshine, Scotland turned to its good old self
and turned grey and slightly wet.
The reason for us being in Findhorn was for
Mum to continue her ‘spiritual journey’ and visit the local Findhorn Community
Centre.
While we left mum with her spiritual
friends, Claire and I headed off to a local hardware store to get some
materials to repair the leak in our water tank, which was leaving us with a
couple of inches of water in the cabin after we used the sink. Luckily the
repair was quite simple and just cost us a .69 pence roll of Teflon tape.
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| Our wild camping site in Fort George with seaside view. |
We then headed towards Fort George, which
turned out to be an actual working fort. Unfortunately, we missed the huge sign
stating ‘No Civilian Vehicles’ and managed to scare a few security guards as we
drove in at a million miles an hour with a rather large white van.
Nonetheless, the security guard proceeded
to insult us about our stupidity (granted really) and my driving. We then
headed back the way we came, to end up parking in Fort George Town on the side
of the street with another sea view, albeit next to a petrol station with a
number of old pieces of heavy machinery.
Ahh….the joys of Wild Camping.
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