With continually no wind on a cloudy day, we motored up the west coast of the Isle of Bute and moored on the far north shore near the Kyles of Bute

Here, the channel mirrors the clouds of the sky for a gloriously clear evening in the Scottish Highlands, with the most extraordinary subtle light. The atmosphere was only punctuated by the occasional ‘plop’ of Gannets catching fish.

Psalm 16

Preserve me, God, I take refuge in you.
I say to you Lord “You are my God.”