Scotland – Second Time & Jura Fell Race.

A while coming as I’ve been slacking with writing.

After last years excellent trip, we took the opportunity to have our first real family holiday this year in Scotland. Arran first, Islay, Jura, Mainland, Glenco, Skye, then the Lakes. We covered about 1,700km.

Lunch time to be spent with photos from Scotland. Could be worse!
#Leica #LeicaQ #Arran #Scotland

It made sense to combine it with a trip the the Jura Fell Race – http://www.gregorymay.ie/?p=3853 Suffice to say, it is a beast of a race and did not disappoint.

Scotland is one of those vast places that I visit and wonder why I don’t make the trip up there more often. Then I remember how long it can take to get to the better parts from even the North of England. However, this feel less of a problem now, maybe I’m just used to the longer drives? Maybe it feels worth it once I get there? I’m not sure.

This time we had the teeny tiny baby in tow, only five weeks old, so we took the opportunity to rent a campervan for two weeks and went all hipster #vanlife. Worth it with the baby? Certainly, it made stopping and choosing where we’d go much easier. No real issues at all. Would we buy one based on our time in it? Not quite yet. But in the future, 4/5 years, yes we may.

We didn’t set any rigid itinerary for the trip bar getting onto Islay, then Jura for the fell race. A spot of carpark camping, some wonderful quiet seafront campsites on Islay, and a smattering of random sites taken in over the first few days before setting in for three nights on Jura. We were map scouting and going where we felt like, and as Pauline hadn’t been to Skye, and some friends of hers were going to be there for a few days, it became the next destination.

On the way we met up with Shona and Rich from Keep Pedalling in Glenco after they’d had to bail from the Highland Trail Race, flying over the bars on a tandem not a fun thing. A night in a campsite, first shower for a few days, before we went North to get the ferry across at Mallaig and onto Sligachan to meet friends who were ticking off all the Munroes on Skye in Lucy’s 30 year obsession with finishing them all. After the week on Skye she’d have three left to do.

A day of wandering in the rain around some low level sights and the Old Man of Stoer worked well for a first hike for the baby. The next few days we moved south to Glenn Brittle and perfect weather in the Cullin for three days. Something I’ve never had the joy of experiencing, having always been beaten down anytime I’d been near the ridge. It was hard to be there, knowing I was restricted by the baby, but also looking up thinking “I get to show her all this in the future. How awesome is that!” Next time.

What followed was babys first real hike, and Paulines first long walk post birth. Up to Corrie Laggan, in the sun, with no real drama. Perfect end to a perfect holiday. We’ll discount the last day as it rained and we drove home 😉

Time for boob?

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