Day 41 – At Tomintoul

Saturday 5th June

The Bowling Club car park offers 8 quite spaced apart pitches. When I’d arrived yesterday afternoon I was the only one, but a few other larger motorhomes turned up later in the afternoon.

One of the pitches was occupied by a Transporter as well as a Motorhome, two couples about the same age as me. From when they arrived until when they left on Sunday morning they just drank Tenants lager and bottles of whisky, didn’t go anywhere at all, except the 10 metres to the pavilion toilet; they seemed to have an aversion to using their own.

Another was occupied by again, a similarly aged couple. The guy had a rather annoying habit of whistling. I’m quite aware that I’m the one who is strange in my yearning for solitude and peace and quiet, but I’ve always struggled to understand whistling, unless it’s to get your dog to come to you.

The final motorhome was a younger couple, but again big drinkers, and smokers. They had a habit of not smoking close to their own motorhome, but, and I think you can guess where I’m going, close to me. We fell out, but only by facial stares, at an early stage.

Early 20s today, and clear skies in the morning. Warm for the Cairngorms. I rode the bike upstream on the banks of the Avon river, to Inchrory Lodge.