We are now into the third week of the trip and it suddenly it feels like time is galloping away. We have two more nights at Eshaness and then it's off to Glasgow for a couple of days before we leave Scotland behind for the last week of the holiday and venture into England for the first time since 2007.

Still feeling quite relaxed this morning - I swear this house is enchanted and doesn't want people to leave! - we finally mustered the energy to head out for a walk. We thought we'd attempt the nearby Glen Walk that we so dismally failed to achieve on Sunday, as we had managed to locate the track that we should have taken the first time around.

The day was quite mild, muggy even, and we set out up the road to Rhu for a short way before turning onto a farm track. This led to a gated farmyard which we had to cross. A shed to our right was filled with bellowing bovines - I think they were steers not cows - and again I wondered why they were confined and what their fate was to be, but we passed through the muddy yard with no incident and exited by the second gate and back into open field.

We had only gone another hundred metres or so when we noticed there was a single beast standing in the field we were supposed to go through. Hesitating, we looked a bit closer. Alex's question of: "Is that a bull?" was duly confirmed and we stopped in our tracks. The paddock was open with no fence to separate the bull from the track we were to take and by this stage he was eyeing us closely. Now, had Ferdinand been at the other side of the paddock smelling the pretty flowers, I might have been willing to chance it but I know with complete certainty that I cannot outrun a bull. The prospect of possibly having a couple of tons of beef-on-the-hoof objecting to us crossing his territory was enough to make us abandon our plans and turn back.

Deciding that this walk was never destined to happen we strolled into town and visited the Land, Sea and Islands Visitor centre in the village.

This was a little gem. Considering its small size it was crammed with a wealth of information and displays - almost a mini-museum - about the local area and its history. We spent a while there, made a donation, had a chat to the lady at the front counter and signed the visitors book before dropping in at the local Spar for some drinks and snacks.

So, another relaxing afternoon for us but with the cloud suddenly lifting and a brilliant blue sky overhead complete with sunshine, we went outdoors and sat on the deck. It was like a Summer day; people appeared from everywhere making the most of the sunshine. It was just glorious and we sat at the outdoor setting, me drinking cider, and soaked up the Vitamin D until late afternoon.

On the subject of cider, I've been sampling quite a few different brews while I've been in Scotland and I had picked up a couple of higher alcohol content ciders while at the Spar. (It still amazes me that the local shop is also the bottle-shop! It's like going to the local IGA supermarket in Padbury and being able to buy liquor - and that just doesn't happen.) I tried one from a Birmingham firm called Frosty Jack's. It was probably the worst cider I've ever tasted. At my comment that I thought it might have been made with anti-freeze, Alex suggested that perhaps that was why it had been named Frosty Jack's! (As an end note, while mine came in a can, Alex remarked that no one should trust cider that came in a 2 litre plastic bottle - and I think she might be right).

We were treated to yet another rather impressive sunset although it did not equal yesterday's effort for spectacle. Nonetheless it still gave us some wonderful opportunities for sunset photography and we made the most of it. Eshaness is certainly placed in the perfect position for watching the sunsets over the Western Isles.

Tomorrow we're planning our last walk for Arisaig and keeping our fingers crossed that the weather will remain fine for us.