Over the lip of Loch Sunart, tucked into the land of heather and old oak, crouches The Ruin amid manicured lawns. From its windows not a trace of development can be spied; within its old walls, stone blends with pitch pine. This is a place for two to roost and lovely Lois shows you around. It’s open-plan, almost one big room, so pad across heated tiles in your socks, bake bread in your spotless kitchen, bathe in your enclosed shower and tub, drift off on your plump bed. A whisper away is the Byre – hand-made bunks, second bathroom and TV – a dinky abode that sleeps two youngsters securely yet fills their minds with freedom. Grab binoculars and stride off for the mountains or the silken shore, bird-spot until sundown. Browse the wildlife books back at base and, when the tide ebbs, poke around to see what gems the rock pools have offered up. Logs, linen, games, an old film on DVD – all yours to enjoy as you settle in by the wood-burner. Sit on the terrace while supper spits on the barbecue, watch oyster catchers come and go out on the wide cerulean water. Soothingly wild.