Scotland, other than Edinburgh for the rugby, is a mystery to me.
At long last I ventured north, via the Lake District, across the border. I thought I might as well make use of the Scottish Tourist Board’s NC500. Of course the purists will probably say I have missed this, should have gone here, should have gone there.... and they are probably right, no doubt. But, as a snapshot of lots of very different scenery and what sort of goes on, it works well enough. It certainly gave me a good idea of where places were and what was worthwhile visiting again as a longer stay. The official guidebook which I picked up somewhere along the way is something I should have looked at before I left.
Being in a eight meter motorhome, I took the advice of the route’s creators to miss out the Applecross section. Whether or not that was a good idea, I have no idea. Next time I’ll have my trailer on the back and lug my bike behind me; useful as I can pitch-up at a spot for a couple of days or more and venture out on two wheels for excursions.
The weather was (bar one almighty rain storm) and one day’s not too bad rain was good and definitely better than 38 C in central London. The bods I met were all friendly, the place names often an unpronounceable jumble but interesting enough if you Google up some of the history or translation.
The whole place was well suited with lay-bys to stop in, some very good ‘fully kitted’ sites and some very cheap (and very cheerful) basic farm sites, which cost next to nothing but with great views.
All in all, a good time was had and enough to persuade me to, “Haste ye back” as the sign said
At long last I ventured north, via the Lake District, across the border. I thought I might as well make use of the Scottish Tourist Board’s NC500. Of course the purists will probably say I have missed this, should have gone here, should have gone there.... and they are probably right, no doubt. But, as a snapshot of lots of very different scenery and what sort of goes on, it works well enough. It certainly gave me a good idea of where places were and what was worthwhile visiting again as a longer stay. The official guidebook which I picked up somewhere along the way is something I should have looked at before I left.
Being in a eight meter motorhome, I took the advice of the route’s creators to miss out the Applecross section. Whether or not that was a good idea, I have no idea. Next time I’ll have my trailer on the back and lug my bike behind me; useful as I can pitch-up at a spot for a couple of days or more and venture out on two wheels for excursions.
The weather was (bar one almighty rain storm) and one day’s not too bad rain was good and definitely better than 38 C in central London. The bods I met were all friendly, the place names often an unpronounceable jumble but interesting enough if you Google up some of the history or translation.
The whole place was well suited with lay-bys to stop in, some very good ‘fully kitted’ sites and some very cheap (and very cheerful) basic farm sites, which cost next to nothing but with great views.
All in all, a good time was had and enough to persuade me to, “Haste ye back” as the sign said