It’s a bit cold tonight…

After I drove away from Findhorn, I ended up in Roseisle FCS car park.  It’s ok, lot’s of Pine trees, not all “Sylvestris”, but I’m sure I can see a red squirrel running about a few yards into the trees at one point.  As it happened, it’s where I ended up spending the night, as the key I was promised, to stay over in a house in Findhorn, does not appear to be where I expect it to be.

This morning, I woke to sunshine, and a short walk through the woods brought me out to Burghead bay, which Roseisle Forest lines a good proportion of.  The beach stretches for miles in either direction, to Findhorn in the West, and Burghead in the East.  Last night it was windy, and the surf had been up.  This morning the seas are calm as there is almost no wind.

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Ok, it’s now evening and still no key.  Apparently, Jane, the TFL Marketing Manager, thought Jock would be leaving out a key, whilst Jock, who’s very kindly agreed to let me stay in his house, thought Jane would be giving me her key, while she is on holiday.  Jane rents a room from Jock, but is on holiday for the next week.

Anyway, although it’s been a bright sunny day, the cloudless sky is letting the heat out.  I’m parked up near Findhorn beach car park (away from the “No overnight parking…” signs).  It’s cold.  Due to the unexpected turn of events I’m low on water.  I make up some rice, and chopped veg, the hob taking the chill off the air inside the van.  I take a few sips of water.  Then apply a few layers of thermals, before climbing into my sleeping bag.  The sleeping bag should be able to cope with temperatures of 5 below freezing, but it’s cold… so very cold…