This morning to Kinloch Rannoch. Down the road, across the Isla, over to Dunkeld and from there to Pitlochry, Blair Atholl, Bruar and over the hills to Kinloch Rannoch. 52 miles of glorious countryside. We arrived in time for a quick coffee and chat with some of the tourists in the internet cafe across the road – members of the congregation are involved in the management of it and of the filling station across the road. The church has 7 members and they function happily without a resident priest – visiting clergy come throughout the summer and stay in a cottage in the village. Seems pretty perfect to me. We drove on up Loch Rannoch afterwards in beautiful sunshine and had a picnic beside the lake. And then on to Rannoch Station where the road ends as it meets the railway across Rannoch Moor. Next Sunday is Callendar in the Trossachs. It’s tough but somebody has to do it.