The friendly site continued to be just that. By 10:30 we were booked onto a motorboat and heading our in search of the monster! Our member of staff was super insistent and presumptuous that Colin would be driving… It has since been made clear that, historically, this would not have been the best idea. Still, we embarked on our Loch adventure with very strict instructions: 1 mile each way and to avoid the hydroelectric power station and associated shock (thanks for that!) It was really daunting being on the Loch, especially as the clouds rolled in and erased the scenery. Saying that, it was a beautifully peaceful start to the day. We even avoided collisions, rainfall and finding any monsters! I really hope our fellow motorboaters caught their lunch as planned.

Shortly after our return to shore, the heavens opened and we were on or way with the next leg of the journey: to Kinlochewe. Despite pretty sketchy reviews, we placed our trust in the Caravan and Motorhome Club and actually loved – what was described as – “a clinical site similar to an overdeveloped housing estate”.

On arrival, it was wet…very wet, and there were midgies EVERYWHERE! Gone was the ability to leave doors open and, even though we didn’t go that far, we could have purchased a fetching midgie hood – a must for all burglars and bee keepers.

The staff at the site were very accommodating and helped other visitors with plugging in, access and general siting – even though rain was lashing against the sides of the vehicles. We found that “rock up and plug in” was greatly appreciated and were soon on our way to the much recommended pub with great ales – The Kinlochewe Hotel. We suspected that this was the reason for site staff knocking off at 8pm and why not? There were atleast eight different and local gins (no Gordon’s in sight), ales from the region and spectacular tables. It transpired that the previous owner had made them, along with the bar, out of wood from a single tree. Incredible.

It was raining – again – as we left the bar and headed home for dinner. However, whatever the weather was doing, we were still staying at the foot of the purple-tinged, 3028m high, Beinn Eighe. It was magnificent, especially when the sun finally shone at sunset.