Thanks for that piece of comfort, Fretless. I was beginning to worry that, like this year, we'd picked a bum steer by thinking of June. I say "Like this year" because we travelled up to the Isle of Eigg (a 12-hour drive then a ferry trip) which is a stunning little gem in The Small Isles, south of Skye, to arrive in the teeth of a howling gale (100 mph gusts) and horizontal rain. It rained stair-rods the entire week we were there! D'oh!