31-07-2023, 01:57 PM
Touring the North West Coast of Scotland in two Austin Sevens, as a family
July 2023
“You don’t have to be in the Alps or the Pyrenees to be on adventure…”
My words echoed around our kitchen table and 4 sets of female Dunford eyes burned straight through me, they did not look convinced. The truth was that preparing, and then driving, two Austin Sevens around Europe was pushing the limit of what my day to day stress levels could cope with, I wanted a holiday, too!
The compromise was that Tanya would plan a tour of the North West of Scotland and I would prepare the Ulster and Chummy (with luggage trailer) to carry us around some of our favourite places in that area, two cars but considerably less miles to cover, was achievable.
We’d not been up that way since the inception of the NC500, it looked to have created a problem that was not normally associated with the remote north coastal routes – too many people – so we’d steered clear. Perhaps the hype has simmered down and the roads and places would be quieter, as we’d known them before?
Day 1
Our chosen start point was Boat of Garten, the cars were loaded and the trailer hooked up to the rear of the Chummy. Tanya and Willow chose to drive the Ulster which left Daisy, Poppy and myself in the Chummy. A last minute change of plan saw us ditch the two small tents for one large tepee tent – this seemingly inconsequential change was to be the best decision we made, but more of that later.
We left on the day of our 19th Wedding Anniversary, filling up at the Petrol Station in Carrbridge that allowed us to use their workshop to change a blown head gasket 20 years earlier, the owner recognised the car and was glad to see us again. From here we headed up onto the Dava Moor, just as I reached the summit, I lost sight of Tanya. It was too tight a road to turn the car and trailer around, so I walked back. Some friendly cyclists I recently overtaken with a wave told me that, “she’s just around the next corner”, as they passed. The car had lost power but was soon started, deemed fine and we carried on, passing the cyclist for a second time “see you again in a few minutes” I called out!
Soon we reached the A939 and motored towards Nairn, where we met up with Gez Pardon and Peter Naulls. Gez and his Pearl cabriolet were about a third of their way around a trip that would take them right around the coast of Britain, Peter had brought his Ulster to work that day and so 4 Austin Sevens sat outside Inver Models, whilst all 7 passengers munched on their packed lunches. After some chat about the Van body that Peter had made Daisy and the route that Gez planned to take we let him head off in search of John MacKenzie, on the Black Isle, and we sought out the minor roads to Inverness.
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Once through Inverness we crossed the Caledonian Canal, following the Beauly Firth to Muir of Ord and on passed Contin. The cars pulled well and the sun shone. We were glad to leave the busy A837 and follow the A832 to Achnasheen. This road allows views of proper mountains and is sparsely populated. Cutting across to Kinlochewe we were soon on the final stretch to Torridon – our chosen destination for the night. The road is 8’ wide and classified as single track. Despite room for both us, and oncoming cyclists, a number of them took it upon themselves to cycle straight at us and not use the 4’ 6” of space to our right. We waved and smiled at our lycra clad daredevils as they made their point…
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This was to be a camping holiday but Tanya had booked a hostel for us in Torridon, a rare treat that allowed us to have a private room for the 5 of us, sit at a table to eat our Anniversary Curry and drink some ale from the Hostel Bar! We met several nice people including Daniel, an author specialising in Celtic legends – I bought a copy of one book he had with him and enjoyed it for the rest of the journey.
The cars had done well, I checked both for oil, water and fuel before heading off for a very nice sleep. Tomorrow would hold the steepest challenge, we were heading for Applecross…
July 2023
“You don’t have to be in the Alps or the Pyrenees to be on adventure…”
My words echoed around our kitchen table and 4 sets of female Dunford eyes burned straight through me, they did not look convinced. The truth was that preparing, and then driving, two Austin Sevens around Europe was pushing the limit of what my day to day stress levels could cope with, I wanted a holiday, too!
The compromise was that Tanya would plan a tour of the North West of Scotland and I would prepare the Ulster and Chummy (with luggage trailer) to carry us around some of our favourite places in that area, two cars but considerably less miles to cover, was achievable.
We’d not been up that way since the inception of the NC500, it looked to have created a problem that was not normally associated with the remote north coastal routes – too many people – so we’d steered clear. Perhaps the hype has simmered down and the roads and places would be quieter, as we’d known them before?
Day 1
Our chosen start point was Boat of Garten, the cars were loaded and the trailer hooked up to the rear of the Chummy. Tanya and Willow chose to drive the Ulster which left Daisy, Poppy and myself in the Chummy. A last minute change of plan saw us ditch the two small tents for one large tepee tent – this seemingly inconsequential change was to be the best decision we made, but more of that later.
We left on the day of our 19th Wedding Anniversary, filling up at the Petrol Station in Carrbridge that allowed us to use their workshop to change a blown head gasket 20 years earlier, the owner recognised the car and was glad to see us again. From here we headed up onto the Dava Moor, just as I reached the summit, I lost sight of Tanya. It was too tight a road to turn the car and trailer around, so I walked back. Some friendly cyclists I recently overtaken with a wave told me that, “she’s just around the next corner”, as they passed. The car had lost power but was soon started, deemed fine and we carried on, passing the cyclist for a second time “see you again in a few minutes” I called out!
Soon we reached the A939 and motored towards Nairn, where we met up with Gez Pardon and Peter Naulls. Gez and his Pearl cabriolet were about a third of their way around a trip that would take them right around the coast of Britain, Peter had brought his Ulster to work that day and so 4 Austin Sevens sat outside Inver Models, whilst all 7 passengers munched on their packed lunches. After some chat about the Van body that Peter had made Daisy and the route that Gez planned to take we let him head off in search of John MacKenzie, on the Black Isle, and we sought out the minor roads to Inverness.
IMG_2135.jpeg (Size: 287.15 KB / Downloads: 1,262)
Once through Inverness we crossed the Caledonian Canal, following the Beauly Firth to Muir of Ord and on passed Contin. The cars pulled well and the sun shone. We were glad to leave the busy A837 and follow the A832 to Achnasheen. This road allows views of proper mountains and is sparsely populated. Cutting across to Kinlochewe we were soon on the final stretch to Torridon – our chosen destination for the night. The road is 8’ wide and classified as single track. Despite room for both us, and oncoming cyclists, a number of them took it upon themselves to cycle straight at us and not use the 4’ 6” of space to our right. We waved and smiled at our lycra clad daredevils as they made their point…
IMG_2136.jpeg (Size: 229.27 KB / Downloads: 1,261)
This was to be a camping holiday but Tanya had booked a hostel for us in Torridon, a rare treat that allowed us to have a private room for the 5 of us, sit at a table to eat our Anniversary Curry and drink some ale from the Hostel Bar! We met several nice people including Daniel, an author specialising in Celtic legends – I bought a copy of one book he had with him and enjoyed it for the rest of the journey.
The cars had done well, I checked both for oil, water and fuel before heading off for a very nice sleep. Tomorrow would hold the steepest challenge, we were heading for Applecross…