A Seashore Adventure During our trip to Scotland with my friend we stayed one night at a bothy on the top of a cliff on the seashore. We arrived there at midnight in the pouring rain. My friend had a head torch on his head and a more powerful torch in his hand lighting our way. As I walked behind him and he often moved forward to find out where a path is, I walked part of the way in complete darkness. When we got to the cliff, the rain was lashing. We tried a few places to climb up, but all they were steep and slippery rocks. We realized that we can only climb up there by the ropes and fishing nets which hang down from somewhere higher up. Later thinking back to it I couldn't realize how I had managed to climb it with my backpack on my shoulders and an umbrella and a bag full of water in my hands. It was quite nice there inside of the bothy and the weather was warm next day. We swam in the sea. I was afraid to get into the water first, because it was cold. I think it was barely higher than 10-12°. But after I entered it and swam a few meters, I got warm. One more couple arrived later. They were English man and woman who came there just to look at the bothy and celebrate a birthday of the woman whose name was Clair. We had a good time together talking about travelling and work and blogging. I thought this bothy had been constructed as a joke, probably for children who would like all those ropes with knots and sea views pretending themselves to be sailors or pirates left at uninhabited island. But the story of the bothy was much more serious. The person who organized the construction works was a French woman who had run the trainee of saboteurs during the World War II. We saw the sign inside that it was made by volunteers at 50s. There nothing been said about the war, but I suppose it was made in memory of those who participated in trainings.