I’m spending a lot of time this holiday gazing outto sea. That’s not a bad thing. I think my brain and definitely my soul needed a break from ‘to do’ lists (of which I’m a huge fan!). There’s something about mountains and the sea that nourishes you in places you just don’t get nourished any other way. Right now I’m sitting in the back of the campervan with a glass of wine in my left hand, looking out to where turquoise sea meets white golden sand and rugged black cliffs with a line of white surf. To the north, pretty much no land until The Arctic.
The forecast for this afternoon wasn’t great so this morning we walked up the road to the gaping limestone Smoo Cave. We all had different expectations- to me the name was reminiscent of Smaug, so I had piles of treasure and crunched up dwarf bones in my mind. I think Isobel had a magical boat trip into a sparkling fairy grotto in her imagination. The boys weren’t giving anything away. The reality was a huge cavern. You could get to the outer cave on foot for free, and a dinghy was taking paying visitors further in. The real depths are only accessible to proper cavers. We had Blossom so stayed in the outer cavern. I was delighted to find fish swimming there and felt like a mixture of Steve Backshaw exploring caves under Mexico and Bilbo Baggins coming across Gollum fishing in his cavern.
We wandered out on to the cliffs and caught the attention of a couple of curious seals.
In the afternoon Chris and the children had a quick di in the sea and then we whiled away the time playing cards together. I feel very relaxed today.
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