The wind blew all day and the clouds hung heavy with the threat of rain but never dropped their load. But I’ve talked about the weather enough, so here’s some stuff about Montenegro, which you may not know much about.

Well like Albania it’s a mountainous country and its name means ‘black mountain’, since that’s what sailors could see from the Adriatic. It’s one of the smaller countries in the world, smaller than Wales, and has a population a bit larger than Glasgow. Formerly part of Yugoslavia, it broke free from Serbia to become an independent state in 2006.

It’s got the highest biodiversity index in Europe and was the world’s first ecological state, but it’s not really delivering on that title.

The villages here are how I imagined Croatia to be – solid, well built houses of hard white stone with lots of stone paths, gravel gardens, and walls. Certainly a step ahead of Albania. One such place I passed was Sveti Stefan, a small island with a cluster of old buildings that is now an exclusive resort along with nearby Villa Miločer, the former holiday house for the Queen Marija Karađorđević of Serbia.

The landscape changed to barren, windswept hills covered in a low carpet of trees. I arrived at a sandy horseshoe bay and scouted out the boarded up beach clubs to see if I could find water and somewhere to shelter. Of course my tent is rainproof but it’s annoying having to pack it up wet and scurry between my tent and boat trying to keep things dry. I noticed there were cameras everywhere and not wanting to get in trouble again, set up camp on the beach. Even so, a security guard soon turned up telling me it was a military camp and I had to move to the other end of the beach.