Apart from a tent across the way from us, we were the only people in the Glen Nevis Holidays Campsite. The tiny two person tent was only about 30 metres away, but it was raining so hard that I could hardly see it. As it got dark I could start to make-out the figures inside the tent – silhouetted against the taut fabric. I couldn’t help feeling sorry for them, it hadn’t stopped raining for days… but maybe they’ll think twice before arranging a rambling trip to Scotland in November again. I drew the curtains in my camper van, turned the blow heaters on and sat back to watch ‘The Life Aquatic with Steve Zissou’ with a steaming hot cup of tea.
It’s a good job the campsite was empty because at about 9pm I decided to wander around taking photographs… with a flash. The whole place reminded me of an outdoor centre I stayed in when I was a kid… a place called Fairbourne, in North Wales. Even though it was 35 years ago, the smell of the shower blocks here reminded me of my childhood. Something I do remember about that school trip was our teacher taking us out to the nearby beach one night. We all put our trunks on and swam in the rough Irish sea, in the dark. I look back on that, even now, and realise that the whole thing could have ended in tragedy (followed by an inevitable public enquiry).
I liked the Glen Nevis Holidays Campsite… I’d have stayed there longer, but we were there for the last two nights of the season. As we left on the Monday the workmen arrived to carry-out ‘modernisation and repairs’. I hope none of that involves changing the decor in the shower block…
Developed and scanned at the excellent UK Film Lab