Thought for the Week

Argyllshire Advertiser - - DISTRICT NEWS - with Mar­i­lyn Shed­den

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.

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