We arrived back at Caolasnacon Campsite after dinner at the Clachaig Inn and our day out cycling at Glenfinnan, to find this scene. Inconsolable children in the car— we decided getting them out for a crying photo in front of the tent would have been mean— worried we can never go camping again and that they’ll miss out on their campfire, we struck camp and somehow got everything packed away and headed home.

All this has happened before, all this will happen again: my family camped near here, at the head of the loch, when I was young. Early one morning on that trip the A-frame tent my brother and sister and I shared collapsed on us, and cries of “SOMEONE COME AND HELLLLP US!!!” were the only way we could eventually rouse my parents.

It was a great trip, and we really liked the campsite. We’ll do battle again, with stronger poles next time!