The door was open. The interior calm and cool. Lined with wood it was carved from the forest itself. A yellow chrysanthemum in a plastic pot the only sign that reasonably recently someone had been here.

God is my strength and refuge,
A present help in trouble,
The One in whom I put my trust.
God sets a bright flower before me
And surrounds me with calm and peace.
In the valley the sheep let me know
They are at home here too.
As the light filters through the trees
And the dappled path stretches ahead of me
I lean into the silence and drink
From the quiet pools.
The sheep take an uphill path through the trees
To new pastures, excited and eager:
It is worthwhile to follow them
Knowing you are with us.

This was written at Saddell and Carradale church. And this Inscription on a grave stone was seem a little further on at Dippen:
Life is short
Death is sure
Sin the wound
Christ the cure

Waited for a bus at Torrisdale Castle, where the coat of arms says Forward and the Gunera very large. Bob speculated that if rhubarb was that size you could feed a lot of people with one stalk. Maybe a plant breeding programme is in order.

Another clear day gave lovely views of Arran from this coast. I can see back to Carradale from where we came. It was a good walk except for the bit along the shore. We had not expected it to be quite as difficult as it was over the rocks and salt Marsh. Samphire and sea pink were growing among the rocks and we saw two common blue Butterflies.

A glorious day
In our life and our believing
The love of God