Accommodation in Scotland during the summer is…. extortionate. Even a campsite pitch is expensive, in my opinion. But, the need for a change of scenery can be strong so we decided to book the cheapest, none electric pitch we could find up on the coast, and wing it.

Luckily we have a Volvo estate car with a shit tonne of space in the back, and it happens to be exactly the same size as our mattress, so in that went. A couple of blankets, some pyjamas, a folding chair and coffee essentials and we were good to go.

We’re fine with simple set-ups. We didn’t even take any cooking equipment as we knew there was food on-site and honestly, who can be arsed to do dishes when they’re camping. The campfire wasn’t planned either, we actually used a leftover folding fire pit that some previous camper had irresponsibly, but handily, left behind.

A great night with walks on the beach, burgers by the fire, a couple of beers and a surpisingly cosy night sleeping in the car. Sometimes the simplest getaways are the best.

The next day we took the opportunity to head out on a walk in a different area, which ended up being a super interesting loop around a small peninsula. A really nice stretch of coastline with rocky paths, marked with arrows painted onto the rocks. Pebble beaches, and a few holiday cottages tucked away, as well as a few rustic buildings scattered around made for good viewing and photograph opportunities.

The only slightly negative thing about the trip was the strangely overly aggressive bloke living in a caravan outside the public toilets in the village. I’d practically just zipped up my bloody trousers and stepped foot outside before he pounced on me asking for a donation for the upkeep. Give me a chance, mate.