Fishermen on the beach behind the house

It has been a busy day, with more decorating, and now a new deadline of Monday, rather than tomorrow, because of the added workload. It is looking much better and Nanno will be pleased. She ordered new curtains yesterday so we must get the rooms ready.

At lunchtime the expected call came through to say that my cousin Tony and his wife Christine were arriving imminently. We met up last weekend for the very first time since the 1950s and by chance they were also coming to visit the West Highlands at this time, and they will be staying at a B'nB tonight in Fort William. It was really good to have a few more hours together. They are on a visit to Europe from their home in Melbourne and are off to France and Italy later this week.

After a cup of tea and scones, we drove along the road beside the loch to Ardchattan Priory, where I blipped yesterday , so they could see the ancient site with its famous Knights Templar gravestones and the lovely gardens of the more modern priory. Then they had to leave to go north so we said sad goodbyes again. Hopefully we can now keep in contact more easily by email and share mutual interests, such as our family history investigations. It turns out that we have both discovered parts of our history that the other didn't know about.

Now supper is ready and Helena has called me to eat. This is a picture I took a short while ago as the sun was setting over the low point of the tide, looking across the rear garden wall towards the hills of Mull in the far distance. The fishermen come to stay on the beach at weekends in winter and summer as there is good fishing here. There are at present four men and they have a bonfire on the beach and a few bevvies will be drunk. I hope they can catch their supper but I have no idea what it might be.