HARROWING CONDITIONS
A couple of days ago we arrived in Thurso and spent the night huddled up in the van, with Jamie sleeping in the foot well of the front cabin and Your’s Truly straddled across the seats.
The first morning was a frustrating affair as we waited in the freezing cold for the wind to swing, whilst also dealing with hailstorms, a weird swell direction and winds gusting from 5-30 knots.
At least with a cooker in the van, Ross was able to rustle up some bacon sarnies and a cup of tea, but we were all getting twitchy that maybe we were in the wrong place and might have to resort to Timo for a backup plan.
By lunchtime we’d thrown in the towel, moved to a spot called Harrow Harbour with Timo and Ross both hitting the water without even bothering to fully scope out the setup.