Clachtoll

The drive along the shore of Loch Assynt was hairy with a gusting southerly wind. The van felt like it was going to be blown over. Lochinver was dead, but the Pie Restaurant was hoaching. Eventually we reached our campsite at Clachtoll and had a wild rollercoaster night in the wind. 

Next morning, the wind had changed direction and the sun was out so we took a stroll along the coast to check out the Split Rock (see extra).