My uncle had warned us that the weather might turn for the worse and we should consider getting the first ferry to the mainland, in case later ones were cancelled. It was raining when we woke up so we headed to Lochranza and caught the ferry. It was good advice, by afternoon it was howling and gales set in in the evening.

At Skipness we saw uncle Bruce and met his mad Jack Russell, Scootch. She sleeps in a sleeping bag and runs in circles if you chuck her out of it. We chatted, went to Tarbert, went for walks and then Bruce let us have a go on his quad bike. We’ve never been on one before and it was ace. We went tearing around the field in front of the house until we were soaked. And to top it all, excellent venison dinner.

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