holiday

Home again

My week away in Devon was just what I needed. For a November holiday in the south-west the weather couldn’t have been better and I wallowed in the simplicity of days walking, spending time with family, pottering about, making dams on the beach as though reliving my childhood. Simply glorious. Perhaps the thing I appreciatedContinueContinue reading “Home again”

We have no time to stand and stare

I was driving down the long trackway from Duart Castle, home to the Clan MaClean on the Isle of Mull, when Holly, who was sitting in the passenger seat, suddenly called out, pointing to the sky. I stopped the car and grabbed the binoculars. The excitement was palpable as we both realised it was aContinueContinue reading “We have no time to stand and stare”