You really have a knack with a camera, Ian. That moonlight photo needs only one thing to be absolutely perfect, and that's soundtrack of a single extended, falling note played on a saxophone.
That church, with enough history behind it to afford the cushions missing from the hard seats, tells you everything you want to know about Scottish Protestantism, a subtle social comment!
PS. When I lived in Melbourne, my builder's dog accompanied him everywhere. Travelling into the interior, I told people in the local bar of a small country town, to huge laughter, that I saw a lot of mekelpies. It turned out that I'd misunderstood my builder saying "Me Kelpie." Scottish relevance: A kelpie, or water kelpie (Scottish Gaelic: Each-Uisge), is a shape-shifting malevolent spirit living in lochs and rivers in Scottish folklore. It can be a beautiful woman or a horse capable of turning its hooves when it takes on human form. Whatever form it takes on, it is made of seaweed, so if you see one, don't panic, just say firmly, "From kelp you came, and to kelp you will return." If that doesn't work, save Henry first so you can outpace the spirit, and return in daylight for the rest of your gear. Don't eat any kelp though: it won't protect you, just make you unable to live with yourself in a small tent.
