Scotland Camping Journal Day 1

Disclaimer: These next few posts about our camping trip in Scotland may sound like I wasn’t having fun, and that I had a negative experience whilst on our trip to Scotland. This wasn’t the case at all. Whilst we did have quite a few travelling mishaps, on the whole we had an absolutely amazing week. It’s just that the mishaps make for kind of funny stories – in retrospect!

I have wanted to visit the Isle of Skye for close to 10 years now, so to say I was excited for this trip is a bit of an understatement.

After arriving late in the night, after flight delays and hire car pickups we set off to our campsite just outside of Inverness. It was raining, which is of course obligatory for Scotland. Setting up a tent, no matter how simple, is a real pain in the rain, let alone the pitch dark AND the rain! So we hurried as much as we could, and hunkered down to sleep. Sleep would not come. The constant drip dripping was leading to a constant spray spraying of raindrops onto our face, not to mention it was FREEZING, summer is a relative term in Scotland. So after a less than restful sleep we awoke with new reserve to buy a new tent before we set off to the Isle of Skye and Harris for our Scottish camping getaway.

But first things first a quick visit to Culloden battlefield.

Reading the Outlander series certainly gave me a deeper appreciation for the tragedy that occurred at Culloden field, the battlefield where Bonnie Prince Charlie and the Jacobites had their final stand and crushing defeat. I wasn’t the only one who had been reading Outlander; the Fraser clan stone was adorned with flowers and trinkets in respect for the brave fictional characters in Diana Gabaldon’s book.

Fiction series aside, it really is an eerie and sad place. With the wind whistling over the stone clan markers it isn’t too difficult to imagine the tartan-clad highlanders charging across the moor to their doom.

Many’s the lad fought on that day,
Well the claymore could wield,
When the night came, silently lay
Dead on Culloden’s field.


Highland Ponies at Culloden
Shrine to our favourite red-headed Scot



We were chasing our tails a little now to get to the Isle of Skye at a reasonable time and purchase a new waterproof tent, food and other supplies for our week of wild camping on the Isle of Skye and Harris.

The drive through the highlands from Inverness to Skye is really truly stunning. The weather wasn’t fantastic, but this just enhanced the moodiness and the beauty of the hills and glens we whizzed past in the car.

So another little disclaimer – it is actually really quite tricky to lean out the window, not drop the phone out said window, focus on hills covered in fog and then snap the photo before you have driven past. So I apologise for the quality of the photos!

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Finally we drove across the bridge to Skye, with me like a moron singing the Skye Boat Song

Speed, bonnie boat, like a bird on the wing,
Onward! the sailors cry;
Carry the lad that’s born to be King
Over the sea to Skye

Loud the winds howl, loud the waves roar,
Thunderclouds rend the air;
Baffled, our foes stand by the shore,
Follow they will not dare.


I decided that the first night of camping on the Isle of Skye was so eventful it needed it’s own individual post, so stay tuned….


2 Comments Add yours

  1. Christine says:

    Love it Bron the stories and really inspiring to read. TMS xxxx


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