Will try and post some more photos later but here's one of the Freda in Glen Brittle. We love this camp site.
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Sara
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Does this answer you questionbriwy wrote:Looks fabulous, how were the midges?? Got bitten to death last time we are on Skye.
We didn't find the midges in the camp site itself too bad, we were camped up on the field and there's usually a bit of a breeze blowing so that helps a lot.briwy wrote:Looks fabulous, how were the midges?? Got bitten to death last time we are on Skye.
mountainmummy wrote:We didn't find the midges in the camp site itself too bad, we were camped up on the field and there's usually a bit of a breeze blowing so that helps a lot.briwy wrote:Looks fabulous, how were the midges?? Got bitten to death last time we are on Skye.
It was a different story however when my husband Donald suggested an evening walk up the hill towards the corrie so we could admire the scary mountains he'd been climbing.
I set off up the hill path behind the showers with the two kids, Donald nipped into the gents and said he'd catch us up.
It was a lovely evening, the kids were enjoying the walk, not a trace of a midge. We walked for about 5 minutes up the path then decided to wait for Donald. We turned around to see if he was on his way and that was it MIDGE ATTACK. The little beasts had lulled us into a false sense of safety, lured us up the path and then cut off our retreat.
It was absolutely unbelievable, the were in our ears, our eyes, up our noses, in our hair. The two kids promptly had hysterics, followed quickly by myself. Thank goodness Donald had appeared and realised something was wrong, else I would have had to abandon one child while I saved the other (a choice no mother should ever have to make).
Donald gallantly grabbed the four year old (the smaller of the two but the most noisy) and set off at a run down the hill towards the relative safety of the beach. I was left with a writhing, screaming five year old boy. The only way I could get him to move was by tying his jumper over his head to protect his face, then carrying him down as fast as I could with my eyes nearly closed.
By the time we made it to the beach the back of my son's neck was black with midges and my hair was literally crawling. On a plus point we suffered very few bites but this may have been because we were "skin so softed" and "smidged" up to the eyeballs!!
So the moral of this tale is never, ever go for a nice evening stroll up the hills behind the Glen Brittle campsite!
Don't let it put you off the site itself though, the midges are only out first thing in the morning and in the evening and as I said earlier they weren't too bad up on the field.
Sara.