I've invested in a few things that make my camping experience more enjoyable - an electric kettle, a battery powered radio and a heater...which will come in handy now that our Scottish weather has suddenly changed. On the food front, I continue to eat well - Wed night was chicken dhansak with pilau rice followed my raspberries, granola and yogurt accompanied by a few glasses of Cab Sav! Just before darkness fell, the tide went out and Skye and I went for a run on the beach - it's so appealing to watch the waves from the camper...there's something therapeutic about it.
So it's Thursday and I've moved 6 miles along the road to Portsoy...another wonderful campite. I'm actually writing this on a picnic bench with the sea lapping a few feet in front of me. It's dry, thankfully, but still quite chilly - where has our summer gone? Guess what? I parked first time!!! I've got a concrete pitch today which made it easier for me to park in a straight line. The warden here is very helpful and chatty - when he saw me typing on the picnic bench he asked if I was a writer - "Not exactly" was my reply...but maybe one day.
There's something about Portsoy that attracts me to it more than any other site. It think it's because it's a small site so a little bit more intimate and personal. Plus the sea is captivating in it's own right and I'm parked right in front of it. The other thing I like about Portsoy (compared to Banff) is that the village is close by so I could pop to the local pub for an afternoon snifter and stroll back to Dougal in time for tea!
So here's some logic for you. I actually considered the time of year for going away in a campervan (apart from the fact that I didn't have a camper until August) and decided that Sep/Oct were the best months for me because they are cooler and I could leave Skye in the van without fretting about it overheating. Can anyone think of a bad reason for going away in September? Yes, WASPS!!! My worst nightmare...I hate even typing the word. So far on this trip, I have had 4 wasps venture into the van! Plus, when I was enjoying a glass of red outside the Shore Inn in Portsoy, a pesky wasp wanted some of my wine. I whacked him away then squished him and, following that, his friends arrived to annoy me. Why oh why can something so little inflict so much fear and dread?