As we approached Aviemore the rain stopped and the sun came out and we arrived at the camppsite on the side os a small loch amidst pine trees in sunshine. Captivating. Clothes off and in we go mad woman mad kids and mad dog. The only swimmers.
That night the wind was vicious. The wind outside the van. I really thought the van would tip over and could hear the plaintive sounds of the blokies who had been sent out to batten down the tent pegs.
The next day broke bright and sunny once more and the three of us headed off to take the funicular (I just love that word) railway to the top of Cairn Gorm. A beautiful walk followed by stunning views.
A point blank refusal to walk back gave us a 40 min wait for the bus. With the gift shop nearby there was ample time to fall prey to clever marketing. So who would have thought that a slightly stretchy tube of material could be sold for 12.99 and that so many dimwits, self included, could be persuaded to shell out.