We had a great time exploring the area and just ignored the rain and the wind (and the snow, sleet and hailstones - really). Most of the time we managed to coincide our activities with dry weather. On one of the days we visited Crovie (or "Crivvy") as the locals say, in a howling coastal gale. Crovie is a tiny hamlet at the foot of a sea cliff, perched on a rocky ledge that some eedgit thought would make a handy place to build their house. The houses are 6 feet fr
om the sea and are built gable end on to the water so that the waves crash against the walls instead of the windows. You can't drive into the village as the road is too narrow. Well you can, but you would have to reverse back out again. We arrived at the car park situated on the cliffs above Crovie in driving rain and 70mph winds and got out for a quick look. Then we got back in again sharpish. The car was rocking in the wind and I was suddenly very aware of the roof box on top of it - visions of our cars wing being grabbed by the gale and the us being flipped out to sea ran through our minds. Of course you cant drive all that way and then sit in the car, so the intrepid Mrs MacD jumped out and walked to the viewpoint. Walked as in leaning into the gale while being drenched by buckets of rain water. As she stood there squinting, while the car rocked alarmingly and the kids were screaming and crying in the back, I decided enough was enough, the camera would not be getting out of it's bag. I honked the horn, repeatedly to tell her to get back in but due to the massive distance separating the car from my wife (20 feet) and the mad wind, she didn't hear. We rocked a bit more. Sometime suddenly and sickeningly. Children cried. Father tried to look calm and reassuring. Eventually she go back in and off we sped for a drive about inland. When the wind died down back we went and actually managed a couple of pics. I could not live there. Hats off to the people of Crivvy (probably through a gale flinging those hats 3 miles out to sea).
om the sea and are built gable end on to the water so that the waves crash against the walls instead of the windows. You can't drive into the village as the road is too narrow. Well you can, but you would have to reverse back out again. We arrived at the car park situated on the cliffs above Crovie in driving rain and 70mph winds and got out for a quick look. Then we got back in again sharpish. The car was rocking in the wind and I was suddenly very aware of the roof box on top of it - visions of our cars wing being grabbed by the gale and the us being flipped out to sea ran through our minds. Of course you cant drive all that way and then sit in the car, so the intrepid Mrs MacD jumped out and walked to the viewpoint. Walked as in leaning into the gale while being drenched by buckets of rain water. As she stood there squinting, while the car rocked alarmingly and the kids were screaming and crying in the back, I decided enough was enough, the camera would not be getting out of it's bag. I honked the horn, repeatedly to tell her to get back in but due to the massive distance separating the car from my wife (20 feet) and the mad wind, she didn't hear. We rocked a bit more. Sometime suddenly and sickeningly. Children cried. Father tried to look calm and reassuring. Eventually she go back in and off we sped for a drive about inland. When the wind died down back we went and actually managed a couple of pics. I could not live there. Hats off to the people of Crivvy (probably through a gale flinging those hats 3 miles out to sea).
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