|Waving goodbye. Leaving the other three in each others’ capable hands. I missed them all loads.|
|standing in a dinosaur’s footprints on Skye|
|Flora McDonald’s grave, Skye|
|Over the sea from Skye|
|Isle of Harris|
|The standing stones at Callenish|
Skye felt very familiar having spent so much time driving round it in 2011 although it was a little different being the driver rather than the passenger and sitting in a car rather than high up going slow in Willow the campervan. I like Skye a lot and still think it could have offered our family a lot if we’d settled there with greater opportunities and facilties not to mention access to the mainland. It would have been a different life to what we have here though and without the freedom and pioneering feel to our current set up.
We didn’t see much of Harris at all really as we were on a tight schedule so I didn’t get a real feel for the flavour of it but I did manage to purchase a few small scraps of Harris tweed and some Harris wool to make myself something with so I brought a bit of the place home with me. We saw slightly more of Lewis and it felt a lot like Rum landscape wise although of course larger, loch-ier (not sure that’s a word!) and with the added landmarks of electricity pylons which for me just stand out so stark against nature. One of the things I love most about Rum is that it is still mostly claimed by nature rather than humans, that balance felt a little tipped the other way on Lewis. Heading to the Outer Hebrides really brought it home to me how remote we are on Rum actually – so very far from family and friends all the way down in Sussex both literally and metaphorically. It’s a different world we inhabit up here and somewhere there is a balance between bringing a little of our previous mainland world with us to add and enhance and leaving a lot of it behind to liberate and lighten.
As ever, it was good to be home.