Until the next time ...

We left Arran today, heading for the ferry as the first serious rain arrived. My last walk - only a couple of miles - was into the mouth of Glen Sannox, the final 'must visit' of any stay on the island. We were just returning to the car ahead of the rain when I saw these roses high above a wall and took the photo with my phone at arm's length above my head.

Seemed appropriate - we'd just been looking at the grave of the man Rose who was reputedly murdered in the glen. But it also sums up how I feel here, every time.