Manoeuvres...

So good to see the sun today, even if it did rain at breakfast time. Somehow the sunny morning, with my washing hanging on the line (ok, it didn't dry much, but it sure smells good), galvanised me into doing something different, so I attacked the wardrobe with such intent that within 20 minutes I had 10 shirts in a bag ready to go to the charity shop. The shirts were all mine, and I was egged on by the knowledge that I'd ordered a new one ...

What else was good? Eating scones and Christmas cake at lunchtime was uncommonly good, and the walk along Loch Striven as the sun sank over Bute and beyond was just what we needed, especially with the added attraction of watching a naval vessel creep into the loch and turn, with the help of three tugs, to nudge in against the pier at the fuel depot. They were just tightening the moorings as we walked back - the whole procedure had taken about 90 minutes - which is when I took the Blip photo. I like the dark silhouettes against the pink clouds in the pale sky, and I loved that this was at 4.45 in the afternoon and it wasn't dark.

There were other manoeuvres going on today, which left me less than happy. The Bishop of Argyll and The Isles is being moved to take over the diocese of Glasgow and Galloway, and though the reasoning is perfectly clear to me I cannot think this is the way to run things. Seems to me that the chiefs are once again forgetting about the Indians - and that never ends well.

I'll just have to remind myself that we saw several herons flying over the loch today. You don't get that in Glasgow ...