Today we were privileged to witness the Scottish Summer. The one day in the year when the sun shines, and nervous locals emerge, blinking, from their burrow.
Some of the bolder ones risk opening the top toggle on their duffel coats.....
And so we took full advantage of the phenomenon, travelling up the coast to Dornoch.
Home to the smallest cathedral in Scotland, (so small, I couldn't photograph it) Dornoch is a very pretty little place. It has a Royal Golf Course, though no golfers appeared to be wearing crowns.
After pausing for an outrageously priced toilet break (50p to pee! That's ten bob. For a piddle) we headed to "the beach"
Actually, it was totally deserving of those quotation marks. Stunning. Pristine. And uninhabited apart from razor shells, dead sea urchins and us.
It was lovely mates. And though we may be blistered from a combination of sun/wind,it was well worth it.
BTW; for those readers who enjoy the shipping forecast (and I know there are many) the purple arrow is pointing to Cromarty.
Breathtaking, isnt it????
No comments:
Post a Comment