After rounding the southern skerries of Oronsay we entered a great bay with some prominent buildings at its head.
In a little cove, a small flock of Canada geese were milling round. These were introduced to the UK from North America over 300 years ago and they since have spread over most of the UK.
We arrived on another huge sandy beach.
It was protected from the swell by a ring of skerries.
We made our way over the machair behind the beach and met a very nice lady with an American accent. She had been picking plastic litter off the beach. We got chatting as we helped her carry bags of litter up to the farm.
"Are you on holiday here?" I asked, spotting her accent.
"Actually, I own the island." she replied quietly.