Trails and trials of the writer who walks
A nature trail and the museum castle and gardens make a pleasant route back towards Armadale Pier, avoiding the main road. The hub of activity in Armadale is the garage. A deceptively small building next to it houses the post office, farm shop, butchers and café – all set out along what feels like a wide corridor. I’m delighted to be breakfasting on good coffee and banana cake.
Heading south, and hugging the stunning coastline, 4 kms of minor road terminate in a small car park and a rough track. I imagine that the track is suitable only for quad bikes or 4×4 off-roaders but there are several houses scattered around the point, some new-build. I bet Tesco doesn’t deliver.
There are no signs of life in any of the houses, and I seem to have the point, the cove and the beach to myself. This is my dream camping location: to lie in my bag listening to the rush of the sea. (taking care to pitch above the tide-line of course, otherwise it won’t just be the sea rushing). As if to welcome me, a seal bobs his head above the water and has a good look round. I splashed out on a pair of pocket-sized binoculars in Fort William and am now enjoying watching the seal watching me while my tea brews.