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We had a number of plans for this beautifully warm - almost hot - late summer Sunday. I was up at the crack of dawn, and ready to head off into the country. Linda and Liam, however, were reluctant to rise. Not to be put off, though, I decided to leave them to get out of their respective beds while I drove off to the supermarket for petrol, newspapers and a couple of pairs of cheapo jeans. I reasoned that they would be up and about by the time I got back. They were, but they were less than enthusiastic about going anywhere. I suggested Lunan Bay. Linda asked why. I said because there is a beach there. Went down like a lead balloon. We had some breakfast and discussed our options. I suggested that if everyone got ready, then we could head off into the Highlands in the direction of Eilean Donan castle. You would be forgiven for thinking I had suggested we go out mugging old ladies. In the end Liam went to the flower show with his friends (one of his friends' dad's is the organiser), Linda sat in the garden reading for her dissertation, while I sat at this desk. Much more exciting than a day trip to Lunan Bay or Eilean Donan, eh! So, to make up for thwarted plans, I have once more delved into my extensive archive for a shot of the middle of the Atlantic (or at least that part of it that flows around Seil Island!)

I was in Arbroath this time last year