We woke up in the morning and couldn’t hear any rain which was exciting. But we could hear this weird munching, crunching noise. I opened the the door of the tent and looked out and saw a herd of cows and 2 bulls! The were standing as close as 50cm from the tent. One even did a massive wee right next to the tent. A couple of cows felt that the car would be a nice place to wipe their noses:
The moment I opened the door to the tent midgies started trying to get in through the flyscreen. There were millions of them!
It was Cassie’s birthday that day also. We had this amazing plan to write happy birthday with river rocks in front of her tent. But the cows and the midges had other plans.
So we yelled out “Happy Birthday!” to Cassie. Then began the fastest packing up of a campsite in the history of the world. By 8am we were out of there!
The boys were exhausted after worrying all night about random murderers coming for us. Cassie and I were tired and dirty but had slept well…we had the boys to protect us, you see.
We drove into the main town on the Isle of Skye, Portree.
The only food we had left was a tin of pringles and a jar of garlic and chives dip. We found a nice step to sit on at a little lookout with a good view of the harbour below and sat down. We probably looked like a bunch of poor, dirty, traumatised refugees sitting in a stunned silence working our way through the last of our food. Suddenly walking up the path below us was a britsh tour guide leading a tour of 30+ elderly people. She stood about 20cm away from us and instructed the group to stand around us, crowding us. She pretended we were not there and basically had her people stand on us until we got up and moved away. We sat a few metres away making rude jokes about the English, tour guides and old people tours.
When she had finished telling the tour group about the lookout she led them past us, not looking at us of thanking us for moving. However a couple of old ladies stopped to apologise and to thank us for moving. That cheered us up a bit and we decided not to throw rocks at them.
After spending some time in the town trying to feel human again we drove further on around the Isle of Skye.
We were all tired, crabby and feeling pretty sorry for ourselves. But not as bad as Lindsay was feeling. His whole face had swollen up due to the Midgies finding him particularly delicious.
This photo makes the bites look not too bad, but Lindsay seriously looked like he had leprosy and chicken pox with a touch of the measles too. Jimmy was exhausted from so much driving and very little sleep.
Look, a big mountain!
I can’t remember which one, sorry guys!
We were driving along a road and someone had parked in such a way that Jimmy had to suddenly swerve when another car came towards us. Which was fine, except that the suddenly sharp movement tipped over the saucepan which unknown to us was full of dirty baked bean and lamb stew water. The dirty water from said saucepan poured all down my back and I began to scream in fright and because it was cold! After learning that I was going to live we stopped the car and I changed my clothes in the middle of the road in the middle of nowhere which suddenly because very popular just as I had taken my shirt off.
Lindsay and I made a new BFF who was practicing for the championship of the world’s worst bagpipe player.
We stopped to look at a castle:
I took this photo of Cassie and Jimmy when they didn’t know I was being a paparazzi.
Its my favourite photos of them:
Lindsay and I also tried our hand at a lovely dovey photo:
Cassie and Jimmy then toddled off in search of large quantities of caffeine.
We arrived in Fort William and drove to the camp ground we had chosen. We walked into the reception to check in and the lady in there was on the phone, chatting away happily. She completely ignored all 4 of us for 20 minutes.
So we left.
We drove to a camp ground closer to town. The man there was really lovely and chatty and had recommendations for pizza (Cassie chose pizza for her birthday dinner)
We set up the tents, and each had a look around the site.
I came across a little Scottish girl, her sister, and 2 little Dutch boys playing under and an apple tree. She was yelling at them “come over here, collect the apples and I will show you how to squish them into apple juice”
The Dutch boys looked at each other and said in Dutch “I don’t understand her, lets just stay and play here”. The boys not doing as she told them to seemed to make the Scottish girl very cross and she was yelling at them while I walked away laughing my head off.
It was then time to head into town to pick up the birthday pizzas!
Cassie chose for us to eat them sitting on the rocks by the river.
we were all so happy to be having something not from a tin!
Then the midgies came out to play. I decided to do the midgie dance and it was very successful at keeping them out of my face.
until I hit my self really hard and decided to just cope with being itchy.
And whats a birthday without wading in the water with your shoes and jeans still on?
Or seeing how far you can throw rocks the farthest, how many times you can skip a rock or who can make the biggest splash. 
Lindsay and Jimmy comparing who could throw the furthest away
We didn’t have a candles for Cassie, but we did have a spare box of matches. We set them up in a big 22:
We tried to get them all lit at the same time. That did not work so well, so we just kept lighting them until Cassie had blown out 22 matches.
That ended our Scotland camping adventure with Cassie and Jimmy.