THE alarm goes off at 6.45am – I’m planning a breakfast paddle. I hit the snooze and don’t drag my ass out the bed until just after 7am and by the time I’ve got all my stuff together it’s half past.

Nice to be out on the water and the bay is pretty calm. Things get a little windier as I get out into the loch and away form the shelter of the islands. I make for Port Bawn at the far end of Inchcailloch – I spot a load of canoes and tents on the beach so I divert to Torrinch. I kinda enjoy meeting folks on the island, but I need to do a livestream and don’t really want an audience.

I pull up on the beach, set up my wee stove and get some sausage and haggis on the go. While it’s cooking I do my livestreams. The resulting roll, sausage and haggis is good…and I enjoy my coffee. It’s getting a bit blustery though, so I don’t hang around too long.

I’m home and showered in time for my first Zoom guitar student…but feeling a bit rough. I wonder if I didn’t cook my breakfast properly/ I make it through the Zoom session but feel hellish and go back to the house for a lie down. I wake up three hours later, swallow some paracetamol and sleep for another hour.

When I wake I feel much better…but Margaret’s lying on the couch and feeling shit. Looks like it was nothing to do with my breakfast – more like we’ve both picked up a bug 🙁

I drag myself out to the office to continue the West Highland Way Gifts’ merch for the village shop then head to the studio to edit some video and prepare for tonight’s livestream into my Wildcats’ Facebook group.

There’s another Zoom guitar session with my weekly Monday evening student then I go live.

All goes to plan this week – no clusterfucks (technical or otherwise) – then it’s back to the house to make dinner. Margaret’s still feeling awful 🙁