September started for me in Kintyre, in a little place called Saddell. There’s a castle and a row of little (and not so little) houses along the coast that were all part of the Saddell Estate, now owned by the Landmark Trust.

Our place was right at the end, and called Cul-Na-Shee. It was built originally for a retired school mistress (great term), with its toes in the shingle, looking out at that view above, across some extraordinarily diverse and beautiful (and ancient) rocks, the Kilbrannan Sound, and towards Arran.

I had deliberately not brought my ‘proper’ camera, and leisurely went about playing with drawing and mapping - trying out ways of mapping a place that I don’t know very well, but that I’d come to know a little better over the week.