Green wellies and Barbours, woolly hats and mufflers a’ plenty, all in the Wellie Room ready for you. Our ladies make sure you are always warm whatever the vagaries of the weather. This is the occasion when the wilder the weather, the better the sport. Up at six o’clock, coffee and bacon rolls in the Gun Hall. Off in the landrovers to Lochs Wester and Winless after a briefing by Hamish and pegs drawn. Hamish decides, based on wind and bird patterns.

We sometimes have a little fun with the pigeons in the Doocot. Many a pigeon has sailed merrily past seven guns to return in the evening and tell the tale. At twilight it's off to Killimster or Wester to lie in wait for the returning geese. A secret nip of sloe gin to keep the heart warm and the spirits up. Happily all retreat to the landrovers with a brace or two of greylags and maybe a duck.

Dinners in the Great Hall, kilts and Imperials. Stories to relate in the Smoking Room and a late frame of snooker into the wee small hours. We always have a ceilidh with Highland lassies and pipes and fiddle. The men in their kilts and the ladies in their finery. The masseuse and reflexologists are waiting for the ladies. A truly wonderful time to relax and enjoy before settling down to winter. So come and join the party.

Golf, shooting, walks on the beach, laughing and plenty of sloe gins. Lord Lambton lunches at The Bothie and chestnuts by the fireside. Out for the duck at dawn and the wild geese at evening twilight for the enthusiasts, and will the Northern Lights perform for us?