Arrived at Dingwall just at the wrong moment; the local footie stadium is on the same small lane as the campsite. I waited an hour to get in as the fans streamed out, plus police, ambulances, coaches and, it seemed, like the entire population of the north Highlands. But, BUT the sun (remember the sun?) came out as I waited, and it is now a lovely pleasant evening.
Hugger-mugger at Dingwall; the view through my van window.
It is a fairly compact site and quite full. I am besieged on all sides with cars and vans and noisy Scots in reunions. As I arrived a woman camper accosted me, asked my name and said 'are you a loner?'. I was a bit taken aback at the familiarity of it. But then she realised that I wasn't the member of the 'Loaner's Club' she thought I was!
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