Even a God's fig leaf can get a little small

I went to have a conversation with Clare's naked runner.  He's so clever.  Arrived in the village in time to view Katie running with torch and see the others going to the hall.

What a wonderful fun evening that was.  Even though it felt as if we were standing around for ages, everyone was chatting the sun shining and few midges biting.  It was a brilliantly organised occasion.  Well done Bruce, Chris and Val (Not forgetting all the runners, canoeists and bold sailors)

However there he stood at the entrance to the Anchorage, tired but exultant.  His Laurel crown on his head and fig leaf in place.  I was a little concerned about his fig leaf, it was beginning to look a little brown and shrunken but he didn't mind, seemed happy enough with the situation.  If you look closely at this photo you can find it, just.

A rather shrunken fig leaf, but, hey, who cares?

Maintaining watch over the yacht centre and the road into the village.

He was too tired to talk but as I stood beside him I could clearly see how many cars were coming in to the village, hopefully to attend all the festivities and go to the gallery in the church.

As well as music every night in the Galley there is also the celebrations for the start of West Highland Week this weekend.  Music, barbecue and hog roast as well as ordinary food over  at the Lord of the Isles.

And talking of music the greatest queen and god in history apart from Alexandra the great probably, is standing in the Catterwell garden - Freddie Mercury, God of Rock.

Maybe not Greek but then the poster said Greek gods and queens.