Gigha

A glorious day and we decide just to stay on the island. Though strangely, despite the warmth we’re repeatedly surrounded by sea mist blowing in. But it’s not remotely damp or cool. Anyway, ashore we go with our picnic lunches and stroll along to Achamore Gardens with its wonderful collection of rhododendrons. Thanks to the splendidly named Colonel Horlicks for those. Though he’d bought the house from the equally exotically named Somerset de Chair, the SK related as we walked along in the heat. Somerset de Chair! He was the Intelligence Officer of the column my Dad was in (Kingcol) in Iraq in ‘41! And I’d read his memoir of the campaign. Small world again, eh?
The gardens were a delight, and we wandered back to sit on the beach, or indeed swim, as one wished. Back to the boat, back ashore. Back to the boat. A cracker.