Bored with being stuck indoors interminably (not uncommon during a Scottish “summer”) we sat moaning and looking out of the window. Eventually we became dimly aware that it might clear up and sure enough – it did!!!! We rushed to pack an attenuated picnic and bundled the two dogs and the Swift Swimmer into our little Drascombe Dabber “Olivia”, along with spare petrol, a mobile phone plus extra battery pack and our rarely used lifejackets (these last items being deemed rather important after our most recent, and nearly disastrous, outing). Brigadier Sootbag followed in his new sit-on kayak. This was a surprising, yet welcome, addition to our party, since he rarely graces us with his presence. In perfect calm weather we chuntered down to our favourite beach and set ourselves up for the afternoon. Little Teddy, our new pup, seemed quite at home on board, this being his first outing at sea. I had a wonderful long swim during which I made friends with several interested seals. Ailsa practised her hooping (something rarely seen on the beaches of Argyll) and then she swam and so did little Teddy. We made our bonfire and this necessitated various trips by kayak and on foot to collect driftwood. The menu consisted of veg sausages with baked beans stuffed into rolls, washed down with ginger beer and cider, followed by Kelly Kettle tea and Kit-Kats. We were in seventh heaven just being out of doors and we all stated that it was our life’s ambition to spend every day like this, being sea gypsies, reeking of woodsmoke, hair stiff with salt, faces weatherbeaten and streaked with ash, wading about in the seaweed, eating beans out of a tin with a razorshell. What could be more perfect?