CLASSIC. (19/03/14)

I had to move today as I needed diesel, gas, food, whisky and tobacco. Why the rush? It’s budget day and ‘The Boy George’ is bound to hike duty on most of these things. I know I shouldn't judge a man by his looks but he has that I'm holier than thou look. He looks smugger than Dithery Dave and that is something of an achievement.

We are a mile just north of Arisaig. It’s just a small croft and I’m parked overlooking the Small Isles. Not that I can see them in the driving rain. The van is rocking away in a thirty mile an hour gale it looks a good place for a sunset if the weather perks up. You can see three of the Small Isles left of my star. From south to north they are Muck, Eigg and Rum. There is a forth one called Canna but I won’t be able to see it as it hides behind Rum.

I have never been here before and it is well worth the drive from Fort William on the A830. It’s a pity it is such a miserable day or there would have been some wonderful opportunities for photographs.

   The beach is not twenty yards from the van. The dogs are very impressed. I wish I was; I’m getting wind and weather weary.

  I am hoping for a good sunset. I’ve gone off the nuclear or pavement pizza ones. We will see. I should be feeling happy here but for some reason I’m not. Last year at this time I was in Ravenglass which can’t hold a candle to this place for views but I find it a nicer place. I’ve not paid yet and am dreading the row if they try for twenty pounds a night with water from a tap with no screw fitting and a shower block with no windows in it. You can see what you are doing but the glazing has blown out. The young lad said they are waiting for a joiner. It looks as if they have been waiting for a couple of years.

I will reserve judgement as this site was recommended by another Old Age Traveller. He is usually right so I’ll give it a go till the weekend at least. The teenage lad in the bungalow said pick any pitch you like but not twelve. I pulled onto thirteen. Whilst writing this a chap knocked on the van and said you are on my pitch. I offered to move as he had left his shore power lead by the electric post. He was a nice chap and said no bother. He has a Classic HYMER. It must be twice as old as mine. I wonder will I see the day when my van is a classic and not old. Better still the day when I become a Classic.

Have fun. I’ll catch up with your posts tomorrow as I still have some editing to do on some pictures for Caravans and Motorhomes Cause Chaos Monthly. I thought I was a bit backward but the picture editor there is a complete Muppet. PNG files he wants. I prefer TIFF is it me? It may be, I might be becoming a classic.