Derelict bus stop

Today I drove along to the Beauly Firth, to the hamlet of Inchmore. As well as a derelict bus stop, there is an old church there which is now an art gallery. It was my kind of art; wonderfully crafted things of great beauty. I bought a lovely wee glass dish which I have included as a extra picture. I often wonder how these little galleries in the middle of nowhere make ends meet?