Today we were to be blessed with our sister, Margo, who has been serving for a long time in Oban with many years of pioneering under her belt. Her knowledge of the local climate was no doubt to be a real aid to us today. Jeff went down to the port to pick her up from the midmorning ferry, as Harry and I begun in our village, Salen (pronounced like salad but with a 'n'). Once again we met more foreigners than Mulhites (as they call themselves), most notably a lo...

There was still a spot of sleep in our eyes at 10am this morning, well being the last day of the month we unamiously agreed that it was excusable to take things a little easy! So after I nearly caused the great fire of Salen with a bacon sandwhich, we all got down to some quietish perusal of the deeping things in life followed by a quiet morning taken up largely by strolling down to the harbour front and taking in the overpowing smell radiating from the local fis...

There is something quite exotic and perhaps even existing about going to sleep aware that at some hour known only for the shipping forecast, you are going to awake to the sensation of a hot shower, and the smell of cups and cups of coffee. And then it happens, and something which scientists say is closely connected to adrenalin keeps you going until the sound of rumbling in the distance ruins the light radiating from the morning star, the sweet melody of an orche...