Words are still few, as I absorb the past days and weeks. My break was just what the body and soul had craved.
I walked for miles in sleet, hail, sunshine and blustery wind, dined on freshly caught west of Scotland seafood in “Local Hero” style settings, found myself stranded “over the sea to Skye” when the ferry broke down, wandered along the silver sands of Morar, spotted seals bobbing around in the choppy waves in the bay and got lost on the highly straightforward circular walk around Mallaig. And weirdly Twang Arm behaved, usually it squeals when I walk any distance, yet it seemed to understand that now was not the time to cause grief. There was enough already.
Of course there are many photographs. Many dreadful images as I failed to master the sophisticated functions of my fancy new camera. Many images, ready for the delete button as I experimented with my new acquisition. Being surrounded by such incredible natural beauty though, has ensured that there are some memorable images which I will organise and share these in the coming days.
Most significantly though, I was repeatedly made aware that I was surrounded by regrowth and renewal. Tiny buds on the trees, little shoots of grasses pushing through the ground, delighted white fluffy lambs appearing freshly laundered as they scampered around the hillsides, prolific spring daffodil bulbs and new wild flowers shivering in the winds.
Reminding me of the precarious balance that is life and death.