Ancient, trusty , drouthy...and wet...

The wet theme continues.  

I had to drive down to Ayrshire today for a meeting, and I had lunch at the excellent Souter's Inn in Kirkoswald.   

The village was the home of the real "Souter Johnnie" of Tam O'Shanter fame  * and although I have been there before I had intended to walk through the Kirkyard before I left, not least in order to get a blip.

But it was raining when I left home at 7.50, it rained all the way down ( getting me soaked when I stopped for a coffee in Largs) , was raining when I got to the Souter's Inn and was raining even harder when I left.   

So this is a glimpse through my windscreen of what might have been. 

However by  the time I got back to Gourock for the ferry the rain had almost stopped, and the mist had cleared enough to see what is in my extra photo - a submarine being escorted back  from patrol to Faslane.    

Not a sight that settles the mind or soul.


"His ancient, trusty, drouthy crony; 
Tam lo'ed him like a vera brither; 
They had been fou for weeks thegither. "