|Shambellie House, National Museum of Costume|
It all started so well, a nice drive down to the site, we arrived in glorious sunshine, DH who had not been to this area before was impressed. He loved the look of the area from the first glimpse. We booked in a reception, got our keys and a map of the site. The caravan was nice, a good size and with a nice view of the beach. We unpacked the car and made some dinner then whoosh, heavy rain followed by flash, bang and the mother of all thunderstorms. Welcome to your holiday! It lasted well into the night with DH & doggie watching out the window, and me sort of half hiding under the coffee table.
Things settled down for the next few days, with long walks on the beach with Skye between heavy showers (I always thought it was meant to be April showers). Then on Tuesday whilst I was preparing dinner DH took Skye for a short walk on the beach. Next thing I know he is back after having found a MINE on the beach! Another caravanner called the coastguard and within the hour a large section of the beach was cordoned off.
|Coastguard cordons off the beach|
Sometime in the dead of night the Royal Navy turned up and removed the offending object and all was returned to normal in the morning.
After all that excitement we decided to have some culture the following day. A trip to the National Museum of Costume was just the thing. A lovely setting for telling the story of fashion from Victorian times to the 1950's. The gardens at the museum are also lovely and the soup & scones we had for lunch were just braw!
|In the gardens at Shambellie|
|Cottage where John Paul Jones was born.|