Approaching Inveraray

One of the consolations of having to travel to Oban first thing in the morning is the wonderful scenery en route. Today we were just going to arrive on time for a meeting, so the only chance to get a photo came at the traffic lights before the humped bridge in the road outside Inveraray: we stopped for long enough for me to put down the window and hang out. Loch Fyne was a flat calm peppered with seaweed and the reflections of clouds, there was no wind, and the temperature was only 11ºC.