Two days without spectacle - we can summarize two days together since not much happened.

No, we haven't forgotten a day! It's just that not much has happened, so we can summarize two days.

Since yesterday started with rain and the mentioned light breeze, we decided to splash around in the bathtub and relax in the hotel. If we are unintentionally here, then we might as well make the most of it! There isn't much else to do anyway: even without a storm warning, the wind blows so strongly that the rain is blowing horizontally past the window. But there is no trace of bad mood - the deceleration course is good for all of us.
We won't mention the previously eaten breakfast here. Because simple "eggs on toast" for less than 5€ accompanied by lousy elevator music from crackling speakers simply don't deserve a mention here! Greetings from Cracus: We are already considering offering the same thing at the campsite tomorrow morning. Because we can easily get two fried eggs on flatbread for 4€!
We skipped the hike to the Falls of Foyers in the afternoon due to the persistent storm and decided to take a trip to Inverness, which is 30 miles away. Described as the "Gateway to the Highlands", we expected a small town the size of Unna (although the exact size is not defined) with nice streets and some architecturally interesting buildings. You see... just like Unna! Just significantly windier and without constant traffic jams at the highway interchange.
Paradise on Earth can be found on Church Street. At least for Lena and somehow also for Ida.

An old church, whose benches were thrown out in favor of bookshelves from Leaky's Bookstore. Books everywhere you look.

I have read it several times and now I have put it in floor-to-ceiling shelves for the next reader. And in the middle, there is an antiquarian sitting next to a wood stove. At least it reminded me of the library in Venice from "Indiana Jones and the Last Crusade "!

Back at the hotel we had a dinner put together from the supermarket and then played a round of "Spitz pass auf!" - childhood memories come back!
Since we had a long drive ahead of us this morning, we moved our breakfast to the car and raced on single track roads to Clachtoll in the far north.
We could hardly describe Glencoe and were convinced that we had already seen the visual highlight of the trip. Ha! Wrong - 'The North', as the Scots say, topped it all.

Shortly after leaving Inverness, you drive through green, hilly countryside, comparable to the Shire from Lord of the Rings ... or the Sauerland probably 200 years ago!

After a few bends and hills, the landscape opens up into a rugged highland covered in brown heather and interrupted by rocky streams. The gorse blooms in bright yellow ("quiet dusky grove of muses gaffer, gaffer dim grove of muses, caww, caww!"), small ruins and whitewashed stone huts are eye-catchers in the barren countryside.

The whole thing is staged by the sunbeams, which shine like spotlights through the gray of the clouds. 500 meters of gray in gray including rain, followed by bright sunshine on the next 100 meters. To quote our beloved Goethe: "Here I am human, here I can be!" (We can be very cheesy...).

Halfway through our travel planning, we discovered this campsite during our research, fell in love head over heels, and completely reworked the entire route. Because up here... there's nothing! No noise, hardly any cars, hardly any people, and certainly no cell phone reception! Just sheep running freely everywhere. In addition, there is an idyllic white sandy beach that looks more like the Caribbean and is ideal for romping around, building sandcastles, and dipping our feet into the water (but not much else, because the North Atlantic is only 10 degrees here)!

So if you really want to "get away", this is absolutely the right place. Just as we arrived, the sun appeared, so we could calmly prepare the still wet palace from dismantling.

Then we went straight through the dunes to the beach and played to our heart's content! Neither the thorny thistles nor the 14 degrees could stop us from climbing the dunes.

To our relief, we found that the low temperatures did not feel too cold. During the journey here, strong doubts arose as to whether spending the summer vacation at these latitudes was a sensible idea. Within a few miles, the thermometer dropped from 17 degrees to 10 degrees, only to rise again slightly after a few hills. Just like the temperature, our opinion has fluctuated as to whether to stick to the plan or to reorient ourselves once again (as we can now). But with a glass of 18 year old Bowmore, Ida snoring in a warm sleeping bag, and the memories of the previous hours of sunshine, we are confident that we made the right decision with "The North".