Ah, the answer to that is – the island of Raasay off the west coast of Scotland, just north of Skye!
My expedition began at an early hour on a Somerset station platform wondering why I had such a heavy suitcase (and ended at the same station – same suitcase, but with a broken handle – it just had to contain my heavy walking boots – and that fruit cake wasn’t really so very heavy!)
In between I spent a couple of days at Glenelg (map books out folks!) and the best part of a week on the island of Raasay, followed by a little gentle ‘cat-sitting’ in Cumbria.
Scotland put on its best show – apart from a downpour on our first morning there – we woke to it, fearing the holiday would be a saturated one – then, by the end of our excellent B&B breakfast the sun had come out, to stay with us for the rest of the week.
Highlights of the week:
1 the ferry crossing from Glenelg to Skye – manned by three delightful characters (including a ‘mobile sawmill’ operator!) accompanied in the water by a group of seals and met by a wild otter.
2 the welcome at the Glenelg B&B + the delightful litter of puppies just ready to find homes
3 the brochs (look it up!)
4 Calum’s road on Raasay – the courage and determination of one man
5 miles of solitary footpaths
6 good food and good company – oh, and at the end of each day, hot showers and comfortable beds!
7 flying (and other) pigs, lambs and other wildlife
8 rugged coastlines
9 deep blue sea, so clear you could see deep down to the bottom near the rocks
10 clear blue skies and huge distances – upon which to gaze and gaze
So Anne, what did you do? I walked and wandered and gazed and drank in the beauty. I laughed and chatted and enjoyed the company of both friend and stranger. I did a very little sketching (blame the midges). I allowed the place to repair me. I set no targets. I listened and I watched.
When did you last do the same?