Good weather in April is the prime window for camping in Scotland, before the dreaded midges emerge. Seeing high pressure forecast for the weekend, we jumped on the chance and left Edinburgh late afternoon on Friday, chucked the camping gear in the car, and drove down to Dumfries and Galloway. I wanted to revisit a remote and beautiful beach I used to go to as a child, which is about a 5km walk along a track to the end of a headland. We set off from the car around 5pm, and took Arthur’s balance bike - he loved zooming along the track for a couple of km before his legs tired.
We arrived at the beach around 6.30, and it was as I remembered. A beautiful stretch of white sand clasped at the end of the headland. It was deserted and we pitched our two-person tent on the sand above the high water mark. Arthur shares the excitement of most children about getting into a tent once it’s first up. A dinner of quick cook pasta and sauce, followed by custard, on a small gas stove. Then we collected a good pile of driftwood together, with Arthur clambering about looking for sticks. We watched the sunset, lit the fire, and Katie and I shared the single beer we’d carried in. We tried briefly to put Arthur to sleep in the tent alone, but soon realised, with a small two-person tent, it would be easier to wait a bit and all turn in together. The night was reasonably cramped, and as usual the smallest person ended up taking most of the room, while I rolled downhill into a heap in the bottom of the tent.
The next day dawned calm, clear and blue skies. We spent the morning playing on the beach, damming a stream and making pools, paddling in the bracing water, and clambering over rocks. Apart from us, the beach remained deserted. Around 12 we had lunch and walked slowly back.