We woke up on Tuesday to a stunning day, deep blue skies (yet again). Tom had requested a beach day and we had found a beach in Plockton on google maps, so we had a slow morning of breakfast and getting ready for a day on the beach. We included swimwear for all 3 of us (even me who HATES cold water!) I cobbled together a picnic from the sparse food we have in the house (can't seem to think ahead enough this holiday) and off we went.
We found the track which took us to a car park just outside the Plockton airfield (yes this tiny place with only 300 residents has an airfield - which does get used, we have seen helicopters and small aircraft using it). We loaded up with bags and walked along the track to coral beach - so called because it is made up mainly of shells. It was gorgeous and we had the place almost to ourselves. The water was mega clear, once again it looked like we were in the Caribbean. The temperature of the water wasn't so great though. Tom was straight in, but it took me a good 45 minutes of coaxing and playing with the rocket to get me in fully. I just don't know how others just wade in as if it is completely normal to plunge your body into freezing water and without screaming!
Anyway, I managed it and once in, it was fine. Although in the time it took me to get in, Tom was beginning to shiver, so I didn't have that much time in as I was worried about him. We came out and warmed up in the sun - it reached 25 degrees - yes 25 DEGREES so we dried out and warmed up in no time. We ate our picnic, Tom went back into the sea - which had retreated quite a way, where we were swimming he was now only ankle deep, I'm guessing this place has quite a wide tidal range. I managed a little bit of relaxing whilst Matt went for a walk and Tom paddled, but before too long I was made to play rocket catch again. I don't mind, just that my body is aching and stiff from the Skye hikes and Inverness walks yesterday - so everything is a bit of an effort.
Around 3pm, loads of people were arriving, the beach which was almost exclusively ours suddenly became busy (about 30 people) the shock of it - so we packed up and came home. We had booked tea out at one of the Plockton pubs for the evening, we decided to walk there and back, so we had showers, got changed and headed down into the woods. The walk was supposed to be 1.5 miles, but it felt a lot longer, through dense, muggy forest. We walked quickly but it didn't seem come close for ages.
We had an ok meal at the pub - we felt quite rushed by the staff. I got a portion of Plockton prawns for a starter for Tom and I (langoustines) whilst Matt had crab soup (which was very good) Then moulds marieneres for me, cod and chorizo for Tom and a pork chop for Matt. When I say pork chop, what was exactly what he got - a pork chop on a plate, a small bucket of chips on the side, no veggies at all which is a bit strange. I was happy with my lot, but on the way home, my tummy decided to reject the mussels and I had to run to the toilet (not easy when it is 1.5 miles through a muggy forest!) Got there just in time! Oh hum, it was nice to be out though.
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