I have never been much of a happy camper. I like my comforts too much. Caravanning and sleeping in the back of a van on a futon is about as low as I go. I was mentally scarred by a trip to the lake district in a meagre excuse for a tent which has meant the experience has never been repeated. Each to their own and you never know, with the right arm twisting and a sleeping bag of about 40 tog and you might get me sleeping under the stars once again. However my static caravan at Sands caravan and camping site in Gairloch is a thing of camping dreams. Sands camping
Whats not to love, the window frames the view which is pretty spectacular of honey coloured dunes and purple and pink skies. The perfect view of the Torridon Mountain Range and the Isle of Skye are quite special too.
Nothing like sitting on the deck of the caravan with a glass of wine to unwind, daughter running wild in the dunes, family holiday heaven.
This sunset is definitely a spectators sport
Last fleeting rays of the day
