Today is a monumental day. Thanks to all the Marges, and the trips we've taken without them, today's blog will be number, one thousand. Eight years ago, the day after Angela's mum's funeral we set off to Europe in our first ever camper van, Marge (1), named after Angela's mum, Margery. The idea of the blog was to keep our family informed as to where we were, and that we were safe. After, not so long, we realised that one day, we might like to, or need to look back at the memories we are creating now. Today we wonder, what will the older John and Angela think when they take a trip down memory lane in years to come when re-reading these pages? Because of the importance of the day, it just couldn't be any old day. This morning, we left a rainy Helmsdale and headed west through the hills and mountains, alongside rivers and woodlands.
A stop at Rosewall woodland walk for a break, before heading on to Knockan Crag, our chosen overnight spot for today. Knockan Crag is recognised for the extraordinary layers of rock beneath the feet, and the world class scenery and stunning views of the western Highlands. Although a little windy, we positioned Marge into it, and settled in. Whilst preparing lunch, a young couple in land rover 90 pulled in next to us. The two black vehicles looked good together.
Needing to mark the day with something exciting, we decided to take the circular walk up and over the top of the crag. How difficult could it be? Well not so bad, until the wind got up. Angela, as you know and heights don't mix, and they certainly don't mix when strong wind is added into the mix.
So after some time of walking uphill, the wind doing its best to sweep us off our feet, we felt the walk might not be for us older folk. Back at the car park, we decided to set off again on another path that looked easier.
By taking our time, we reached the viewpoint at the top, and wow, the views were amazing! Now to get Angela back down. John asked if she was terrified, no she wasn't, just apprehensive. On a scale of one to ten, probably a fear factor of seven. Sometimes, you just have to do these things, life's short, you don't want to look back with regret. So thank you Marge's for the journeys, and the memories, let's hope we have many more years together.
