A serious house ...

Philip Larkin's poem Churchgoing is full, as we used to say, of quotations - that's part of one in the title of this blip. I can't think, however, that he would be thinking of a church quite as remote-seeming as Holy Trinity Dunoon, nor as beautifully situated. This was taken from the start of the forest track up the Bishop's Glen, and shows how tall the nave is in comparison to the footprint of the building - a clue to the wise as to the excellent acoustics within.

My extra photos are of the graveyard - complete with snowdrops - and of the former reservoir just up the glen, with the swans that have survived the winter posing serenely on a lovely morning.