Among the fields of gold ...

Not the golden corn beloved of Theresa May and recalled in song, but the golden grass of a hot summer on the hills above Dunoon. This afternoon, with limited time at our disposal, we hauled ourselves up the steep forest track behind Ardnadam and out onto the hillside which right now is wonderfully open after the felling of a whole forest.

Below us, under the dramatically clearing sky with streamers of cloud like smoke over the Holy Loch, lies the Firth of Clyde, and beyond it the sun shining on - more or less - Helensburgh. The Western Ferries boat is down there towards the right of the photo, heading for McInroy's Point. There is the faint trickle of water in a hidden ditch, and overhead swallows are plunging and screaming. 

And there's not a soul in sight ...