Cows on the beach. Yeah, right. As if. Left my high hopes in the car when we start the descent to Coral beach.
After the absolute wetness on the hike to Old Man of Storr, my son is now willing and even eager to wear the rain trousers. Eager, because he needs to test them now. Can he or can he not jump over the little stream without getting wet? An elderly couple stops and is amused with the challenge. My son crosses the stream without getting his shoes wet. Applause from the audience!
We see the evidence of cows!!! Yes, yes. We were right, there are cows here on the beach! So excited to see cow droppings. We have seen and felt so much rain that anything makes us laugh today.
Jellyfish washed on shore. This seems to have a magical attraction on my travel companions. Can I drop a stone on it? Guess it has to do with childhood trauma’s at the Belgian sea side, where we all stepped on or where attacked by a jellyfish once. Assuming that the jellyfish are dead, I allow them. It starts with a small stone and ends with a decent piece of rock. We called it “kwallen kwellen”, which translates as “torment the jellyfish”, but the Flemish version sounds better.
Later that evening we meet the elderly couple again. They are from Denmark and are traveling Scotland for a month or so. They converted their car so that they can sleep in it. They use a self made shower to get freshened up outdoors. They did the same when they were traveling for 3 months in continental Greece. It is a bit cooler here though. I admire them. I am not yet ready to let go of some minimal luxury like a bed, bath and a power socket next to my bed for my CPAP.