Innellan evening

After a trying meeting, it was lovely to come out of Innellan hall and look downriver at the distant Arran hills on a perfect evening. Because I cannot look at Arran without wishing I was there, you're getting this as a blip instead of the seagull that posed obligingly on the wall beside me, or the view of the northern hills looking pink and beguiling ...

Foolishly, I paused to talk to one or two people after taking this and the midges found us. They were as ferociously interested as ever.