Four Days Through Scotland in Vanilla the Campervan

Stafford to Beverley – Reunions and Roadmaps

From the heart of Stafford, I fired up Vanilla the campervan, loaded the playlist, and hit the road. First stop: Beverley, East Yorkshire. It wasn’t just about the charming cobbled streets or the majestic minster – it was about catching up with my kids, Saffron and Hubert. We grabbed dinner, swapped stories, and laughed our way through the evening before I tucked in for my first night on the road.

Beverley to Berwick (via Consett) – Mechanics and the Borderlands

Before heading further north, I swung into Consett to get a bit of work done on Vanilla. A quick mechanical tune-up and we were back in business. By the end of the day, I reached Berwick-upon-Tweed, a town perched on the edge of England with one foot forever flirting with Scotland. I parked up near the River Tweed for a quiet night and a dramatic sky.

Berwick to Fort William – Heroes, Highlands and a Lochside View

On the way to Fort William, I stopped at the Spean Bridge Commando Memorial. Set against a backdrop of snowy peaks, it was a powerful place to reflect. That night I camped on the banks of Loch Linnhe, where the air was crisp and the scenery felt straight out of a dream. No midges, no chaos – just peace and a decent brew.

Glenfinnan and Camas Inas – Magic and Memory

From Fort William, I took a detour to Glenfinnan Viaduct, where the landscape turned cinematic. Then came one of the most personal parts of the journey: Camas Inas, the home my grandparents once built. It hadn’t changed much. Standing there again, after all these years, was quietly emotional and grounding.

Camas Inas

Loch Lomond – The Perfect Send-Off

The final night was spent parked right beside Loch Lomond. With the hills rolling into the loch and the silence broken only by the occasional birdcall, it was the ideal way to sign off the trip. One last cup of tea. One last Highland sunset. Vanilla deserved a round of applause.

Heading South – Wheels, Horses and Home

The journey back included two final Scottish stunners: the Falkirk Wheel and The Kelpies. The Wheel lifted boats and eyebrows with its rotating wizardry, while The Kelpies stood proud and dramatic under a steel-grey sky. I rolled back into Stafford with a camera full of memories, a van full of crumbs, and a heart full of gratitude. Scotland in March? Absolutely magic.