As this lovely spot is blessed by a strong phone signal, I am able to post this even as I demolish the last crumbs of shortbread from the picnic. We are hoping that the curious cow we bodyswerved on the way up the path has not summoned her compadres to await our return, but there's the rural life for you. Our path home goes through the grounds of Colonsay House, which are quite unlike the rest of the island - all trees and rhododendrons. I prefer the heathery slopes onto which we shall emerge. I suspect that the boathouse gurgling beside me belongs to the gentry - but I approve of this bit. So that's ok then.
It's almost as bad when your stuck in a car with a whole herd of cows walking towards you! It was rather funny though! Corolsay sounds great!
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