We were never really in Livingstone's big tent, just pitched on the same campsite.
And Troytown campsite, which is perched above a white sand beach a few steps from the sea, is about as remote as you could wish for.
The road to the campsite cuts through Troytown farm, which the Hicks family has operated for more than 30 years.
Activities around the campsite are simple and old-fashioned.
Our malice knows no postcodes, I thought, as I watched people unravel in the reception of a campsite in the middle of nowhere.
Weekend riders will stay in a woodland campsite with locally sourced food and a bar, and can upgrade from tents to luxury shepherds' huts for an extra £15.
I thought we were spending the night here, so it was a bit of a shock to have to climb back on the bike and cycle another couple of miles to Osea Meadows campsite, where we were all sharing a huge lodge tent.
The campsite I was staying on was shut (the owner had kindly said I could park there for shelter), so I had no electric hook-up and had been unable to charge my laptop or phone; so, no way of contacting anyone, even if there had been reception.
The whole complex is much quieter during the week when kids will have the run of the large tree-lined field out front that doubles as the campsite.
There is no indoor plumbing (although there are "vault" toilets), but the cabins are near each park's campsite, with flushing toilets, showers and drinking water.
The campsite, which has existed since the 1960s, doesn't just suit families, it is also popular with couples and groups of friends who come to walk, sea kayak, use it as a base to visit the other islands, or to hang out in a peaceful environment.
