This week I am trying to get ahead of myself. Saturday is to be a very busy day because it involves travelling to Bunessan on Mull for the Induction of a new minister. (He will be working on Iona and the south of Mull.) Travel in this part of the world is varied and sometimes unpredictable. on one occasion, whilst driving through torrential rain to catch the Cuan ferry on a Sunday – open boat, no shelter – my Session Clerk said, “Well, the only consolation I have is that you really wanted to come and work here.” He obviously felt sorry for me having to brave the currents and torrents of the Cuan Sound.
Many a day I remind myself of that. Usually it is in the winter, though it can be pretty vile in the summer too if a gale comes along. But I would rather all of that than be stuck in a tailback on a motorway, or nose to tail crawling through a city rush-hour. I must like the country, island life after all.