It’s Sunday – and the party splits: two sisters head off to the Catholic church and Simeon chills out at home, while I accompany Geoffrey to the Church of Scotland. The hymns are a mixture of very well-known and completely new to me; the concept of both an address and a sermon is unexpected; but the welcome from other members of the congregation is overwhelming. I resolve to look out for strangers at my own church back home in future.

After lunch we head out for another drive, around 10 miles from home. The reality of living in such a tiny community is brought home to us when both the man sitting alone on a rock admiring the view, and the woman walking her elderly dog down a country lane turn out to be friends of Margaret – and when she is able to tell us the names of the owners of virtually every house we pass.

Since we arrived, Margaret has been promising to take us to see the lambs and piglets on the small-holding around the corner. Today we finally make it – only to find that they have all taken to the hills and are out of sight. I guess time, tide and baby animals wait for no (wo)man.

We return home and tackle the Telegraph General Knowledge crossword. Our collective expertise – two historians, a scientist, a musician and classicist, and a culinary aficionado – allows us to make great progress. And for those tricky, unanswerable questions, well that’s what the internet’s for, isn’t it?

[Tomorrow: the parting of the ways.]