War Games

Every year, or so it seems, NATO hold naval exercises off the West coast of Scotland, and many of the ships involved spend time on the Firth of Clyde. I've not seen much in the way of ships this year because of being away, but this one slipped down the calm river this morning as I was getting ready for church; I'd already taken a photo of another which I spotted in the golden light of sunrise as I drank my morning tea.

My extra photo is of the magnolia on the hillside in Benmore Gardens, a huge but quite elusive bush that grows beside a path that we never find ourselves on. It's been such a glorious day, but strangely rushed - it's now past midnight by the clock, but my body is still, I think, firmly stuck in winter. How our bishop managed to reach us from Oban on the first day of summer time I don't know. 

Answer - while I was drinking my morning tea, he was beginning the drive from Oban!