I drove to Greenock and took a car ferry to Dunoon. She then lived a few miles along the banks of the Clyde.
She had been my health visitor when I had the babies and had finally retired to her native land. She was never able to do nothing so she started baking bread. Every morning she set off to deliver the bread to regular customers.
We went far and wide with this bread and at every stop we were offered hospitality. Very often this consisted of a wee dram! Disconcerting at ten am .
My trips up here often involved taking various ferries to various islands and I really had for gotten just how glorious it was.
My friend died before my ordination and it's the first time I've been up here since.
It must not be so long again.
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