Well, quiet times here in Carradale - while the south basked in a heat wave we made do with our usual 14 degrees and grey cloud. Still, Mike and I went up north for a hill-walking weekend and it bucketed the whole time with mist down to the ground.

However Sunday is the Carradale Canter and it looks like being bright and dry for all these brave souls hurtling about the village. I have to say that in Torridon we came across the Celtman Triathlon - 3.4 swim in Loch Shieldaig followed by a marathon over 2 Munros and then 126 mile cycle. And that was in rain and gales. Very fit people.

Still no news about the baker's shop which is for sale. We would be really stuck if it closed but at the moment it's still there - allbeit not making their own lovely baking  any more - and we're crossing fingers that a solution will be found.  gone are the days when there used to be a stream of people hurtling past the kitchen window from the caravan site desperate to get their morning rolls. Probably all motor homes come equipped with a breadmaker.

Lots of familiar faces coming to the cottages now which is always a pleasure - and they can enjoy our new garden chairs as all the lovely wooden ones seem to have fallen apart!