Puilladobhrain

Well it is totally enclosed and modestly remote but hardly enough to justify the hyperbole of the sailing directions which has had the inevitable result - too many other boats, always too many other boats except perhaps in the dead of winter. Actually you can strike lucky in the early spring when the banks around the anchorage are awash with primroses and bluebells, and herons stalk whatever herons stalk. It is certainly a pretty place and you can wander around on the small islands while the children row around - safely - in the inflatable.

In fact it is not as remote as it looks and feels because it is only a ten minutes walk along a track to Clachan Seil, a small community with two things to do: gawp with the trippers at the so-called Bridge over the Atlantic (in truth over Clachan Sound) and repair to the 18th Century Tigh an Truish pub (ph 01852 300242). To a newcomer this explains the steady stream of boaties from their inflatables and over the hill.

The bridge, built in 1791 with uncertain influences from Thomas Telford, is a very beautiful hump-backed stone structure which is well worth a look and a photograph, and the pub is certainly cosy, jolly and fun, and there is good food too. There is a wonderful old wooden bench around the bar, perfect for sitting and leaning on the bar and drinking their real ales. Tigh an Truish is Gaelic for 'house of the trousers' After the disastrous 1745 Jacobite rebellion when kilts were banned, the islanders heading for the mainland are supposed to have stopped off here to change from their kilts into trousers - sounds plausible to me.

Outside the pub, and seemingly part of the pub operation, are a couple of small outlets for postcards and some local photographs.