A close friend celebrated his 65th birthday by renting Saddell Castle for a week and having a succession of friends to wine, dine and walk the beaches in Kyntire. Saddell is in a south west corner of Scotland that is quiet and beautiful.
Just in front of the castle was of course its own 'private' beach.
Lots of rock pools of course. Trying to take pictures of water boatmen skating on the water proved impossible without the distinct chance of falling in camera first. Then this wee guy blew past, literally. The breeze dropped momentarily - et voila!
Further along the the beach a few daisies were on their last legs, but the rowan berries were positively glowing.
A quiet morning walk produced a delicate campion, a rhododendron tunnel and an early fallen leaf.
Cambeltown is a few twisty miles away and is in the process of trying to regenerate itself - mainly with a marina and new harbour frontage. The Linda McCartney memorial garden eluded us totally but the church was a focal point.
A walk along Machrihanish beach was a blowy affair with an unusually strong east wind. The waves weren't that big but the wind gave the surf a wild look.
Finally, the huge chimney in the castle proved even more interesting if you stood in the hearth. However, it did take five attempts to get a decent photo with the wee camera trying to focus on the bright lum at the top rather than getting the huge dusty web in focus.
Distinct lack of happy pedalling but plenty of gin.
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