Someone else's territory

It's hard to be in Inverary without thinking of Richard.

We were there to have lunch and generally potter around before visiting friends of the friend who is with us, for dinner and overnight in Lochgilphead. We are on our gentle way to Islay for the Jazz Festival.

We've had extraordinary debates and conversations as we've wended our way. Always the way with this friend who is engaging and provocative in equal measure.

But the light, the light. So good to be back on the west coast. Nothing like the last time.