I was in no hurry as I wandered up Inverie Main Street, its the type of sleepy village where time stands still, once the boat had left of course. It wasn’t difficult to find the Old Forge pub as there are only half a dozen building on main street, plus the pub and a little shop on the other side of the road.
A notice outside the pub said lunches were served from noon and as it was still only 11 am I went a walk to the long beach and campsite. There were good facilities provided at the campsite including a log cabin where you could shelter if the weather turned really nasty, outside benches and a BBQ area. It was only September but I could have had the campsite to myself if I wanted to stay. There was not a single tent in sight on the site.
The long beach was a mixture of sand and shells and was very clean. No float some or jet some left on this one. In fact there was not a spot of litter anywhere in Invervie.
Because the road is not connected to the UK network, the vehicles looked old and didn’t appear to have road tax. Judging by the sound of some exhaust notes..no MOT either. I wondered if the locals could drink and drive here without breaking the law ?
Which reminded me, it was now noon so I headed back to the Old Forge for Lunch. I wasn't driving so wasn't breaking any law.
Inside it just looked like any other pub but it is recorded in the Guinness book of records as being the most remote pub in the UK.
I celebrated being there with a pint of Guinness and a huge plate of Loch Nevis Langoustines. They were record breakers too. Some were not far from the size of lobsters and they were absolutely delicious.