Last week I saw:

• A solitary raven;
• Two hen harriers;
• Three golden eagles;
• Six or maybe seven distilleries;
• Lots and lots of Barnacle geese and White fronted geese;
• A pair of slightly mamillate hills;
• A narrow channel with water zipping past, into which we had to dangle a camera on a rope;
• One wave power generator;
• and some rain.  A rainbow.  A ferry or two.

We stayed in a dilapidated hotel, bits of which were being renovated. “I’ll upgrade your rooms for the same price” said the landlady, “if you’ll sleep in the single beds and don’t use the doubles.”  What?  We were the only guests.  There was a Spanish Chinese chef, new to the job; despite the promises of signs in the bar, we had to negotiate at length for any food other than breakfast at a specified time.  Arriving back in at 0845 after a 6am start, we thought we’d be in time for bacon sandwiches but no. The cookers had been turned off and weren’t going on again.  Still, it had the benefit of being only yards from the harbour and our boat, always a bonus at 6am.

Where was I?