Four Go Mad in Stoer

We have been West Coast Bores for years now, we love it, we come every year, have done for years. Six miles north of Lochinver, and in recent years we have ensconced ourselves in Mullach, Clachtoll, a des res so lovely it makes us dread to return home. Thanks to Mum and Dad, who manage to book this place for us, year in, year out.

We have always, without fail, been blessed with rays of sunshine, the kind of heat that makes the kids swim every day in the Atlantic. This year there is a slight wind, a bit more rain, we always worried it would be different, not so good without the blazing sunshine. But it's not. We just don't care. I can see Dave smiling every day, taking photographs, scouting his next vista, making me laugh; I can see Sam and Tess in awe of everything they see, happy and content with being rained or shined on, staying in or out. I can see me wanting to move here permanently, so does Dave, we usually spend 50% of our time talking and day dreaming of a lottery win so we can move here. We've even faced midges in the eye this year, and came back laughing.

Our first day was spent on two beaches, combing them within an inch of themselves, I bagged some driftwood for a purpose back home, inspired by arty Mo in St Albans, then off to Stoer lighthouse to spot the big marine beasties. No orcas this time, yet.....