As much as we tried, we couldn’t find anywhere suitable to do our motorhome ‘chores’ so we had little choice but to check in to a campsite. The one we spotted was on the outskirts of Inverness. The chap on the front desk seemed nice if a bit odd, but pleasant enough. He gave us a bit of a tour of the site and pointed us towards our pitch. The site was busy with luxurious caravans dotted around, at the time we didn’t think anything of it. After a few minutes on our allocated pitch, we realised we were right on the roads edge and although it wasn’t a main road, it was busy and quite loud. I decided to head back to the reception and ask if there was another pitch we could swap to. I might as well have asked if I could have his bank account details with how he reacted to my request. After a few minutes huffing and puffing and a few snide comments which raised my heckles, he begrudgingly relented and we were allocated a new spot in the middle of the site. The traffic noise had been reduced to a mere hum which in my mind was well worth a stranger falling out with me.
As much as we didn’t really want to stay on a campsite, it was quite nice to know we had an official home for the night and facilities to take advantage of, as aged and tired as they were. We had a chilled night in the van after a wander in to Inverness itself, which was lovely. That evening we discussed whether a trip to the Open golf tournament was viable. It’s taking place in Carnoustie which is on the coast just above Dundee and we thought it was too good an opportunity to miss.
The next day, we spotted that one of the luxury caravans behind us had a cage full of puppies. Those that know Sarah, will understand that this is her version of heaven! Shortly after we spotted them, they were let out of the cage. Seven pug puppies excitedly legging it around our van. It was hilarious to watch and Sarah had a smile like a Cheshire cat, and hands smelling like puppy wee. We think the collection of fancy caravans and transits belonged to a group of travellers who looked to be working in the area. Their vans were laden with UPVC window frames, building materials and most importantly puppies. In fairness, they didn’t bother us and we had a peaceful night’s sleep.
Unfortunately, we couldn’t stay and play with the puppies all day, so we headed across country on our way to Carnoustie. Passing Balmoral Castle en route, we travelled through a lovely looking place called Carrbridge. We hopped out of the van to take a few snaps of their amazing looking ‘Pack horse’ bridge which is over 300 years old. It’s still standing, just.
We arrived in Carnoustie at 6pm and found ourselves parked outside another campsite. With the town in lock down due to the golf tournament, our camping options were limited. Traffic cones lined nearly all of the roads in town, with yellow AA road signs pointing event traffic to expensive parking zones. We pulled through the gates and thought we’d ask if they had a spot for us and we were greeted by a lively little fella who advised we were lucky as he only had one spot left! Result.. The site itself was lovely, spotlessly clean and very well looked after. It’s almost unheard of for us to stay on a campsite 2 nights on the trot, especially two separate sites, but we just accepted it and starting looking forward to our day at the golf. If anyone is ever passing this part of world in a motorhome or touring caravan, the woodland caravan park is a really nice place to stay.
We walked in to town to fetch some supplies for the next day’s picnic and scope out where we needed to get to the following day. The campsite was perfectly placed and we were only 15 minutes away from the action. We’d seen that Rory Mcilroy was teeing off at 7am in the morning, so we set our alarm for 6am. That’d give us enough time to pack the van, shower, find a place to park and walk in to the course.
Having been to the Irish Open a week or so ago we were now heading to the British Open. When we initially planned a European tour, I didn’t expect it to be of golf tournaments ⛳😁 xx