100% thick clouds. Grey and dank all day. Rained last night quite a bit and continued until mid morning. Then we had much of the day without rain, but it started again a half hour before setting up camp, and rains as we sit in the tent eating canned kippers and local cheese.
Jim says Wear a Buff, get some guff.
Amy says Wear a Buff, take no guff.
24 full hiking days, two of which did not have rain. We strive to maintain a sense of humor. If we did not find humor in things like Buffs then life would not be good.
We chatted with a group of folks on bicycle tour at the cafe in Bettyhill and one of them was wearing his Buff pulled up over his chin and cheeks, like mine in the attached photo. But his was a boring blue and white bandana pattern, and I'm sure he was jealous of my most beautiful Buff.
A few years back we spent five weeks hiking in Wales and adjacent parts of England. The first two weeks rained every day, often very heavy rain. But then we were rewarded with three weeks of glorious dry weather. Here in Scotland we have not had any heavy daytime rain, but many hours of light to moderate and steady showers. Just plain frustrating.
We are quite a goofy looking pair. Jim believes there's an advance warning system and all hotels put out No Vacancy signs when we approach.
Jim worked very hard to figure out a good coastal route by studying Google satellite images. So far it's been excellent. Today included a mile of walking on Torrisdale Beach that was very striking scenery.
Today we saw quite a few bushes and willows that have burst their buds, something we've only seen once prior on this trip (in Ullapool which must be in a banana belt). Locals all comment on the very late arrival of spring, and say trees should have flushed leaves a couple weeks ago.
We remain healthy and fundamentally happy, but life would be better if the sky had 10 or 20% blue patches.
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