![]() Met Arran and Carra again – we’d chatted the day before. Enough to get by with until we reach Crinan. Two trips up the hill to the garage to collect 25 litres of red diesel (1x15L + 2x5L). ![]() Two trips to the butler’s sinks at the back of the restaurant to collect 2×25 litres of water for the fresh water tank. ![]() This involved getting out the green folding luggage wheelie that he had bought over from the States more than thirty years ago and had hardly ever used until today. The next morning before bacon butties (again) at the Boathouse, Ian had determined to fill up with water and fuel. Twin Beaches – the one on the right faces north Ian had to abandon the bike at one point in the heather and do the final bit on foot and enjoyed a secluded wild swim in the rain in turquoise waters with one yacht moored in the northern bay. To get to the beaches by foot or by bike was tricky as there had been heavy rain overnight and there were muddy flooded sections of the footpath. The beauty of Twin Beaches was not just the lovely sandy beaches but the potential anchorages both north and south offered for any wind conditions. The island is about 9-mile-long north to south and a mile and a half wide. While Ros returned to Milo for a read, Ian cycled to Twin Beaches on the north western side of the island. But yes, delicious ice cream, made on the island, was for sale and we sat for a while enjoying our ice creams and imagining what it might be like to live on Gigha. We had read that we could buy ice cream at the house, which we couldn’t quite believe as we had seen no one around. Ros was looking for ideas for replanting borders in the even more unkempt gardens of our family home in Branscombe. We enjoyed a long meandering walk through the gardens, circumnavigating the large house (which is for sale). The vast expanse of mostly wooded gardens was overgrown and unkempt, but rather wild and wonderful.
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