Thought for the Week

MULL was absolutely magnificent in her autumnal colours.

The hills were a burnished gold and the colours on the trees merged russet and red with orange and yellow.

It was a feast for the eyes and a blessing for the soul.

Worship was a joy to share in such a place in such a time and in such glorious weather.

After the services we were invited for lunch and then to a friend’s house.

The house sat in the most idyllic position above the ferry terminal at Craignure with panoramic views across the Sound of Mull.

Sheena knew every hill, every bay, every rock and every ferry.

We watched as the ferry sailed to Barra, then as the Clansman came from the outer Hebrides. Soon there was the Isle of Cumbrae going to Lochaline and each was a picture postcard in front of our eyes.

I think there is something mystical about ferries and I just love the feeling of freedom and excitement on boarding.

Sheena could tell how the tide was, depending on how the ferry approached her berth. The ferries were almost like friends calling in on her each day and she knew their quirky ways.

Fishing boats bobbed in the wake of these bigger boats and a trail of white froth broke the blueness of the sea.

I thought of the vastness of the ocean and how we have made it a thoroughfare of island life.

I love this way of journeying and always feel a thrill when I see my ferry appearing on the horizon.

So as I boarded the Isle of Mull I felt a great sense of gratitude to all these crews who keep us safe on our sea-bound journeys.