In which I write for The Guardian!

Well, almost anyway.

I posted a travel tip in an idle moment a few weeks ago, as Michaela had just broken her camera, and here was a chance to win her a replacement.

I forgot about it, until this evening, when Michaela sat reading the weekend Guardian. It usually takes at least a week- you know what weekend papers are like.

And there I was, in nice black print. I have now scratched my name on the fabric of time and space to be remembered for ever. Or at very least to be a posh chip wrapping.

I did not win the camera though.

It was a tip about the Isle of Coll, as a beach back packing destination. One of many wonderful Argyll islands.