When I arrived at Clashnessie Sam was waiting for me outside Mervan. She was keen to have a barbecue, and so after I had a little rest Sam went down to the beach to light the barbecue whilst I sat back and read, relaxing after the hot day. Suddenly Sam called for me, and when I got down to the beach I found that she was talking to the wife of John, an ex-colleague of mine from Cambridge. John soon arrived, and we had a little chat as we cooked. Sam and I then ate, and afterwards went for a paddle in the water. The water was not too cold, but it naturally hurt when the saltwater reached my chafed skin. There was lots of life in the water, from small flatfish camouflaging themselves against the sandy bottom, to eels and jellyfish. It was a nice diversion for fifteen minutes or so, after which we retired back to Mervan and then went to chat to John and family for an hour. It is an amazing coincidence to bump into someone I used to work with in such a remote place, and even more of a coincidence that the motorhome that they were staying in was parked only a hundred yards from ours. Talking to people from Cambridge made me quite nostalgic and not a little homesick, and I think that once the walk is over I may go back there for a while to visit.