Gardenstown

What a night last night, the wind got up, the waves crashed and the rain fell. Marge shuddered in the wind, and we shuddered as well. Before breakfast we agreed with Marge, let's get out of here. So, our breakfast stop, this morning was in a layby on the A90 where, Marge settled happily amongst the lorries. Then onto Asda at Fraserburgh for supplies, diesel and water.

Angela had read on the internet that some Asda stores provided free water at some of their fuel stations, and we weren't to be disappointed, there was a tap ready and waiting for us to attach our hosepipe to. All replenished, we drove through the countryside, passed fields of recently harvested wheat, large cotton reels of gold scattered all around.

We stopped at Aberdour bay to walk to the red sandstone sea caves. In the seams above the cave entrances were abandoned swallow nests, their young long gone. We likened the beautiful scenery to Cornwall and Britany. This place was to be our overnight stop, but it just didn't feel right for Angela.

A local man stopped to talk with us, and recommended we stay overnight in the town where he lived, Gardenstown, six miles along the coast, which is where we are now, right by the sea wall, along with a few other motorhomes and a man with a roof tent on his four wheeled drive vehicle. Will he last the night we wonder, as it's his first night away in it, and the wind is due to increase once again during the night. We are hoping that now we are on a north facing coast it won't be so bad as last night. Late this afternoon we took a walk around to the next cove to the pretty village of Crovie. Most of the properties there appeared to be holiday lets.

After communication from home, we watched the sky turn a pearly pink as the sun set behind the headland. As darkness fell, another walk took us down to the small working harbour, where the sea now as dark as oil, and the surrounding hills the same colour made you shiver with their oppressiveness.

Tomorrow we will continue along the Aberdeenshire coastal trail, but first we have to leave Gardenstown. The narrow roads down to the coves along this coastline are steep, so tomorrow Marge will need to have had her weetabix to get us out of here.