Logbook · Scotland

A week on the NC500

Seven days, five hundred miles and more sea than we bargained for. The long way round the top of Scotland, in Fenyx.

Fenyx above a sea loch, somewhere past Applecross

The route

We picked Fenyx up on a grey Friday and pointed her north. By Sunday the grey had burned off, and we were eating breakfast on a beach with no name, the only footprints our own.

The road sets the pace

The NC500 is not a route you rush. The single-track roads see to that, with their passing places and their sheep, and so does the scenery, which asks you to stop every few miles whether you planned to or not.

We learned to start late and finish later. A morning swim, a slow brew, a drive that was mostly stopping. The heater took the chill off the early mornings, and the high top meant we could stand up to cook while the rain came and went.

Woke up next to a beach on the NC500. The van gave us the freedom to do it our way.

Where it surprised us

Applecross was the one everyone warned us about, the high pass with the hairpins, and it earned every gear change for the view at the top. But it was the quiet east coast on the way home that we talked about most: the harbours, the empty miles, and a fish supper eaten on a wall.

Seven nights felt right. Long enough to slow all the way down, short enough to leave us planning the next one before we had even unpacked.

Last light at Durness, kettle on

The van that does this trip

Fenyx

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