Saturday - first day of the trail. Over on the Lunga side of the peninsula there seems to be a shortage of scarecrows. Down at Phil and Becky's Walled Garden, the mystery is solved. Like a scene from tales of the unexpected, on the gravel pile, between the forsaken cars, a queen conceals itself. Seemingly trapped by those striped legs, anchored by the honeycomb, is an unwitting scarecrow - whose scarecrow is he and what is to become of him? Lets hope the creature doesn't make its way across to Ardfern or down to Buidhe Island or we're all doomed! Are the bees revolting and giving us a taste of our own medicine - frankly who would blame them?