Ahhhh, a hotel breakfast what better way to start the day? And as we are up north, haggis and tattie cakes are all thrown in! So we were well set up for the day, which in reality was to be fairly laid back! Sadly we couldn't get to the mainland for the Oban meeting because we are a good hour or so from the ferry to the mainland at the moment; so we discussed the Watchtower amongst ourselves and then got ready to hit the beach.

Rumour from the north of the island was that the south was host to all of the sandy beaches, and near Fionnphort there was apparently many, so we head out with our trunks and spades, and hey presto we were not disappointed.

It was not long before I was running full pelt towards the Atlantic. The sea was considerably colder than last week so after a brief dip I decided it necessary to make a quick retreat and go rock climbing with Harry instead, whilst Jeff bathed himself in the early afternoon sun.

The cliff top overlooking the beach, had some fantastic views of the straits between Mull and Iona, and the turquoise sea could have been anywhere in the Mediterranean! Time had flown by when we decided to get back to Jeff and to dry off, the only problem being that my clothes were left somewhere no longer above water! Fortunately an underwater rock had kept the clothes at bay, but they certainly were very soggy! Some trepid campers, all be it from a safe distance from us, lifted their pints of bitter as if to make light of our problems!

Finally, all dried off with my cloths laid resting on the radiator, we were pleased to learn that the bar downstairs in the hotel was doing fish suppers tonight, which was particularly welcomed news for Harry who was now able to get back and finish his interrogation of the waitress. After dinner we took yet another walk around Bunessan bay, which after two days of being here is now all photographed out, so we retired early to our room and are watching Ripping Yarns!

Tomorrow we are back to the work and on our way further west to the Isle of Iona, where St Columbus first bought ''Christianity'' to the British Isles, today it is home to pilgrims from all over the world still visiting the famous abbey, which is home to its own little sect, known as the Iona Community.