Summer on the loch

The end of a perfect afternoon on Loch Striven-side. The only clouds are that tiny strip above the distant hills of Arran, which can just be seen, purple and jagged, beyond the dark blue of the loch. The white house near the loch side is the heart of the Lamont clan, whose lands these were. Now, although the houses are still occupied, the church at Inverchaolain is for sale by the Church of Scotland, despite the fact that it sits in a live graveyard (if that's not an oxymoron), and the schoolhouse is occupied only at weekends and in holidays. 

Further towards the mouth of the loch there are fish-farming containers and the Nato fuel depot, beside which massive but mysterious works were taking place today - we had to drive along a diversion actually inside the base itself. 

And there are pheasants by the hundred waiting to be hunted. Is it for them that four fields have recently been mowed? Who knows. 

My extra photo is of Inverchaolain church and churchyard.