Gone fishing...

I can't say I'm terribly aware of fishing around our bit of the Firth of Clyde, but I was just too late to get a close photo of the little fishing boat surrounded by a halo of seagulls as it passed Dunoon this afternoon.

The time that elapsed between my noticing the boat from my car on the ferry and leaping out and to the side with my camera was brief, but demonstrated to my muddled mind something of the elusive chaos of a sea battle in Nelson's navy.

I know. My mind wanders ...