I spent a few days on the coast of Argyll in May, 2016. I brought waterproofs and thermals and only used them once sailing over the notorious Corryvrekan whirlpool, standing on the back of the boat holding on for dear life with one hand and my camera with the other. After that summer suddenly appeared and temperatures soared. It was too early for the tourist season. All was quiet in this land of isles and sunsets, ancient burial chambers, deep woods and crumbling castles and forts. Life was bursting forth in the meadows and in the lochs. I felt as if I had discovered a secret and only just a few hours from my doorstep.