End of the Summer?

The nights are drawing in and there's certain chill in the air, could this be it?

the end of summer?

Undeterred, I decided to try out my new tent last night. Having already managed to pitch it in my kitchen earlier in the week (well, I just wanted to see how to put it up, and it was already dark out) and despite the benefits of having an ensuite fridge/freezer, it just wasn't practical.
So I ventured outside.
I wasn't sure the tent was going to be up to much, particularly when I was putting it up and it looked like a wobbly jellyfish. However, the spotty kid in the camping shop was right, geodesic is the way of the future (even if he couldn't explain what it means and neither can I)

This is me camping the other side of the loch from Bowmore (visible on the horizon) proper hardcore, me!

Still at least it's not the back garden.

I got to have a camp fire and everything (good to know that my firelighting skills are still up to scratch). Mind you, it was bloody cold last night. And it rained, lots. But that is a good thing, as the tent did not leak.

Which made me a happy girl indeed.

Found my niche in the sporting world

For all those who have despaired at my lack of sporting ability, you will be pleased to hear that I have found my hidden talent.

On saturday I was in the winning raft team in the Jura Regatta.

I discovered that I know more than I thought I did about boat building:

I discovered the amazing properties of silage wrap, both for use of rafts and humans:

I discovered that simplicity is sweet (in terms of design)

Now ladies and gentlemen, I am glad for your sake that there is no photographic evidence of me

• Discovering my secret identity as Cap'n Juliana Pegleg
• Looking like I'm taking part in the 'Jura Wet T-shirt' Competition
• Being pelted with flour, eggs and waterbombs by the lovely children of Jura
• Coming *not quite* last in the open sea-swim race (brrrr!)
• Learning how to eat lobster claws *so not good table manners*
• Discovering that there is no such word as 'no' to a scottish person
• Learning how to strip the willow and do the gay gordon (we're talking dancing now, not bizarre sexual practices)

I'm not sure what more I can say about that, I'm still recovering!!