Rubha Coigich

I do like it when an original weather forecast is wrong. Hell, the jackets even came off occasionally, and the sea found itself paddled in.

Lovely walk out to Rubha Coigich, with Golden Plovers, Ringed Plovers (including a chick) and Dunlin on the way; with plenty Gannets, Fulmars, and even a pair of Puffins viewed from off the cliffs.

Anyone who prefers cities is just wrong. There is no debating this.

The Ringed Plover chick is in the extras. The adults do this incredibly clever thing when a potential gets close to a nest, where they pretend to be injured, and try to lure you away. A wing will be dragged, and they'll flap and call, in the hope you'll think they might be a tasty meal.

Just as we noticed this behaviour, and had said we should skirt around the area, as well as watch where our feet were being put (as we didn't want to distress the adults), Mel pointed out there was a chick just ahead of me. Lovely to see, but a couple of snaps taken, and then left them in peace. Walking back we took a wider route.

Out on the bike first thing in the morning, the Achiltibuie loop appears to be, almost to the 10th of a mile, the same length as my commute. And lovely though Edinburgh is, just a touch more scenic.

However, we are otterless so far on the trip, a late walk out to Fox Point near where we're staying failing to rectify that (otters have been seen there by quite a few of the previous guests here). Plenty time.