Last Friday we left Edinburgh, bound for Gairloch in the West Highlands. We were off on another Scottish adventure with The Wee White Dug – yippee.
Mr G was grumpy from a combination of man flu and working night shift. My nerves were shot to pieces from listening to his loud and incessant coughing.
We kicked-off our 4 1/2 hour journey north with a bicker about 9 – 5 workers having no idea of the hardship of working shifts – blah, blah, blah. Apparently, I didn’t appreciate how deadly man flu was either. It was going to be a long drive.
Finally, an hour into our drive Mr G’s mood lifted and I breathed a sigh of relief.
Our plan for the weekend was to do a bit of hiking and spend some time on the NC500, Scotland’s answer to route 66.
I’m a notorious over packer. Even for a 2 day trip I pack a large suitcase full of things I might need, but never do. So, you’ll imagine my horror some three hours into our drive when I realised that I’d forgotten my hiking boots and trail shoes. All I’d taken were a pair of dainty ballet pumps and the new Aigle wellies I was wearing – epic fail.
A triumphant arrival in Gairloch
We arrived in a windy and drizzly Gairloch around 5pm. Mr G was euphoric having shaved 25 minutes off the AA’s estimated journey time, despite heavy traffic on the A9.
Heatherdale B&B our home for the weekend was perfect and a real home from home. We had a lovely king room with a sea view. We also had access to a cosy residents lounge with a wood burning stove. Our hostess was so sweet – nothing was too much trouble for her.
Hungry, and keen to kick off the weekend proper we headed to the dog friendly Old Inn nearby. We spotted a free table in the busy bar and pounced on it. I had chicken stuffed with haggis in a whisky sauce plus neeps, tatties and veg. It was very good. The Wee Dug sampled some chicken, haggis and also wolfed down a large cauliflower floret. He politely declined some of his Dad’s fish.
For dessert I took a trip down memory lane. Clootie dumpling – an old Scottish recipe and staple of my early childhood. I remember watching my Nana making it – the mixing bowl full of fruit and flour, then the pudding being wrapped tightly in a piece of muslin cloth (cloot). Next it was boiled in a pot before it was finally placed somewhere warm to dry. It was a laborious process, but it was always worth the wait. My Nana made a mean clootie dumpling.
NC500 Gairloch to Bealach na Ba
The next morning, it was wet and wild outside. We had breakfast and set off. We decided to go for a drive to enjoy the scenery from the warmth and comfort of our car.
Some of my favourite Scottish scenery is found in this area – stunning lochs, glens, remote single track roads and pretty villages framed by mountains. Deer, sheep and Highland Cattle wandering freely by the roadside, while birds of prey soar overhead.
It’s a remote, dramatic and unspoiled landscape.
We were treated to some gorgeous displays of light as it shimmered suddenly on the water, or caught the rich, tweedy tones of the mountains making them glow like fire.
Initially, we hadn’t intended to drive far, hoping we’d be able to take advantage of some dry spells for a spot of hiking later – eternal, optimism is a very Scottish trait. “Maybe it’ll be dry later, tomorrow, next week, never?!” Being compulsive road-trippers and die hard wanderers we ended up in the village of Applecross a two hour drive away.
We took the longer coastal route to Applecross which forms part of the NC500. En-route we encountered a road block in the form of some hairy heilan’ coos and a big black bull with a ring in his nose. We inched forward a wee bit at a time admiring the beautiful beasties.
We arrived in Applecross and headed to what it’s perhaps best known for – the Bealach na Bà or Pass of the Cattle. The Bealach was originally a drovers track which later became a single track road with passing places. It zig zags up and over the mountains, Alpine style.
The road rises to 2,053 feet and contains a series of steep, hairpin bends. It’s not for the fainthearted. Naively for someone with experience of the Scotland’s mountains I hadn’t expected the summit to be immersed in cloud.
It was like pea soup up there and when Mr G got out to take a quick snap the wind almost ripped the car door off.
I could feel my panic rising as the road became less visible. I find being immersed in cloud on a hill claustrophobic. It felt even more so in the car. It also felt weird being in the car, on a mountain top in thick cloud. Like a bizarre hill bagging gone wrong.
As we started to slowly and carefully descend from the summit we came to a series of steep, hairpin bends, with sheer rock face on one side and a far from comforting knee-high barrier on the other to prevent us from tumbling off the mountain. It was here that we found ourselves sandwiched between two other vehicles in a Mexican stand-off. Neither driver seemed keen to reverse into the nearest, invisible passing place. By this stage I was freaking out, and decided to get out of the car with the wee dug so we could escape the road to hell on foot.
Thankfully at that moment the driver in front of us started to inch backwards into a passing place, allowing us to pass safely. We slowly twisted and turned our way to the bottom of the hill.
I’ve never felt so relieved to get out of the car and plant my feet firmly on the ground.
Like an oasis in the desert the Bealach Cafe & Gallery waiting for us on the other side. As luck would have it, it was dog friendly so we popped in for lunch.
I celebrated surviving the Bealach na Barghhhhhhhhhhhh with some comforting soup. Potato & leek – it was delicious. The wee dug hinted that he’d love to try a piece of the tasty looking bread that came with my soup so I obliged. His dad selected him a nice piece of fresh smoked salmon from his lunch plate and for the second day running the boy snubbed his dad’s fishy offering.
After lunch we browsed the gallery and I bought a colourful print of the Bealach na Bà on a bright, blue sky day.
We headed back towards Gairloch via a less hair raising route. As the weather had calmed we managed a couple of stops for a wander in and around the lovely village of Torridon.
I was undeterred by the absence of my hiking boots out there in the wilds of Torridon. My new wellies coped admirably and were comfy and dry too. My trail shoes are comfy but not waterproof, while my hiking boots are waterproof but hideously uncomfortable. I curse them both in equal measure on my travels, so perhaps the Katie Morag look is the way forward for me in the future.
Time to relax back in Gairloch
Back in Gairloch we drove through the village to the nearby beach at Big Sands. The weather was deteriorating again and it was bleak and blustery so we retreated after a few minutes. The wee dug said hello to a rather soggy looking, hairy caterpillar going about its business on his way back to the car.
That evening neither of us fancied heading out into the rain and wind for dinner so we had a Chinese takeaway back at our B&B instead. Perfect comfort food after a long day. Later, we chatted over a couple of drinks in front of the toasty, wood burning stove.
Green skies then blue in Gairloch
The weather improved as the night wore on and we enjoyed a spectacular sunset, and later still witnessed the green glow of the aurora borealis. Although I’ll confess that my senses were a little impaired by wine, and as I was closing our bedroom curtains I uttered the idiotic words “oh, the sky’s green” before getting into bed. When I woke with a clear head the next morning I cursed my stupidity, and a missed opportunity to watch the ‘mirry dancers’ from the beach nearby.
After breakfast we rushed outside to Gairloch Beach to enjoy the rare spell of nice weather.
It’s a beautiful beach, which sits in a sheltered bay with turquoise water and golden sand. The wee dug was in his element and enjoyed a crazy run around. Wearing wellies meant I could wade through pools of water much to Mr G’s disgust and envy. He was wearing impractical, leaky hiking shoes – mwahahahah.
I found myself not wanting to go home. Normally I’m happy to head home at the end of a trip, safe in the knowledge that my next adventure is never far away. This trip was different. It was hard to leave the tranquility and stunning scenery behind.
Lovely Loch Maree
Mr G obviously felt the same as he willingly agreed to spend some time at the nearby Beinn Eighe National Nature Reserve before heading home. Normally our drives home are like beat the clock. No stopping, big sighs if I dare to request a comfort stop, and slow-moving vehicles all cursed profusely.
Founded in 1951 the Beinn Eighe National Nature Reserve is Britain’s oldest. It covers 48 square kilometres of outstanding natural beauty.
We stopped by a woodland trail on the shore of Loch Maree for our walk. It’s argued that Loch Maree is Scotland’s most beautiful loch. With large leafy islands and dramatically framed by the mountain Slioch it’s certainly way up there with the best. It’s named after a 7th century Irish monk Maol Rubha who brought christianity to the area. He lived on one of the islands on the loch which later became a shrine to him.
Even the wee dug seemed to be soaking up the beauty surrounding him.
There was even time for one last stop before home. The gorgeous viewpoint on the A832 which looks down Glen Docherty to Loch Maree. As we stood admiring the view the heavens opened and a beautiful rainbow appeared – perfect timing, and as we love to say, we got the best of the day.
Thanks to Aigle who gifted me, my fab and very versatile new wellies. They’re my new favourite thing.
Until next time ………..
21 thoughts on “A wellie wearing weekend in Gairloch!”
Your post makes me wish we’d gotten to Gairloch, even though we did get to a few other places on the NC500. Love the wee dug, too.
Thank you – Gairloch is stunning. Next visit maybe. 😊
Ciao Sam, this is definitely one of my favourite post, and the photos too, loved each one of them. Thank you very much for
sharing. Arrivederci. Nicoletta.
Ciso Nicoletta thank you for reading and for your lovely comment.
Lovely pictures, beautiful part of the world. My doggy companion would be jealous, gorgeous beaches and snacks. She wouldn’t pass up the chance of fish.
Thank you – it’s a beautiful part of the country and great for dogs.
What a great writeup & wonderful pictures!! We cannot wait to visit these places ourselves next summer.
I agree with your assessment of wearing wellies, especially for Torridon walks. I found myself having to turn back from a streamside walk as some parts of the trail had just been washed away 😀
Thank you, so glad you like it. Wellies are now my new favourite thing. 😊
Marvelous. Stunning. Sensational! Every one of your blogs is better than the one before…and the one before is always perfect! Well done. Thanks. I’m sharing this.
As ever I’m bowled over by your very kind comments. Thank you so much.
Beautiful photos and fab blog, we have been to all the places you visited and I concur its stunningly peaceful and slow pace of live is to die for. Can’t wait for your next adventure. We are off on a Scottish tour this week hoping to see the dolphins on the Blackisle and maybe the northern lights.
Thanks Howard – the lights were active up there last night so fingers crossed for dolphins and merry dancers. Enjoy
We are heading off in this direction at the start of November and this has really whether my appetite! Think I might be wearing my wellie boots too lol!
Lucky you, it’s so beautiful. I’d pack your wellies for sure. 😊
good read. Shaving 25 minutes, a man after my own heart.
Ha ha he takes great pride in beating the AA’s estimated journey times.
Oh Wee Dug we so jealous. Our mum reads us your adventures. You get to run around on some lovely beaches.
Thank you so much – so glad you and your Mum enjoy.
Easily one of my favorites so far I was taken in from the beginning even felt sorry that you left your hiking boots at home but I think it worked out Scenery breathtaking Another good one Sam Thank you for sharing!
Aww thank you. So glad you enjoyed it. Truth be told I think my feet were grateful I forgot my hiking boots. 😊