Day 27 – To Cnoc Diamh – above Drumbeg

Day 27 – To Cnoc Diamh – above Drumbeg

Saturday 22nd May

Another chance for the beach this morning, good news in particular for Roja, as there are rabbits galore in the sand dunes.

From Achnahaird the road meanders around rocky bays into Lochinver. It’s a slow and narrow single track, but several of the big motorhomes insist on taking it.

Today the local opposition to the NC500 was more noticeable than ever, signs in windows, and painted onto VisitScotland’s official boards. These sections, Achnahaird to Lochinver, and the Stoer peninsula, are really not suitable to anything longer than 6 metres. Almost every parking area has both official and unofficial signs saying no camping, but there still has been, and litter and human waste is left. The only campsite, at Clachtoll, is full for the next two weeks. The summer will be a problem unless some action is taken. Locals could easily make money from allowing vans on any land they own.

I had hoped to find a spot at Clashnessie, but no luck. After Drumbeg the road then does some more serious ups and downs. At the top of one of them I grabbed an off-road place, thanks to the van’s tyres, and being less than 6 metres. Just a short walk to gain some more height, and tremendous views, on a fine evening weather wise.

I was just about to open a beer and settle down with the European Final, when, and I should have guessed it, Sam and Gabriella came past in their Crafter. They spoke originally of driving on, but soon realised this was a great spot, and settled in for the evening. It was good company, and Sam has a drone, so took some great photos and a video.

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Shap, Cumbria circa 2016 – Tia, Roja and Mac behind

I was so much older then…

Dartmoor 2019


Quote of the Week

Alice asked the Cheshire Cat, who was sitting in a tree, ‘What road do I take?’ The cat asked, ‘Where do you want to go?’ ‘I don’t know,’ Alice answered. ‘Then,’ said the cat, ‘it really doesn’t matter, does it?’


Lewis Carroll