From Matt Phillips:
The holidays were simple, but we loved them. Dad had a fibreglass dinghy, a Tabur Yak II, that we used to launch from Kilmory Bay to go mackerel fishing. I remember regularly coming back with a sackful. We'd keep what we needed, and the rest we'd distribute around the locals, or we'd drive to Kilchoan and hand them out there.
There were no amusements, no pubs, no bingo halls, no shops selling tacky kiss me quick hats, rock or ice cream, and no coachloads of tourists which many people seem to associate with holidays. Instead there was peace and quiet that someone from a city struggles to believe, deserted beaches to play on, wide open fields to fly the kite in, and nothing but ourselves and our imagination to entertain ourselves - it was wonderful.
Returning with my own children more than thirty years later we found - well, the same! Peace and quiet, empty beaches, and the joy of watching my children making memories that don't include Nintendos or tv. Some of our friends have heard us talk of Ardnamurchan, and ask "How on earth don't you get bored?" If you need to ask, then this is obviously not the place for you. We've been staying in Portuairk each summer for nearly ten years, and can't get enough. The only real difference is that now the caravan is a home from home, with electricity, hot and cold running water, a washing machine, fridge, freezer, shower - and a real toilet!!
Many thanks to Matt for sharing his memories and for the photos.