I went to Achiltibuie
The sun shone and the sky was relentlessly blue.
Not what I had expected for late September, but one could hardly complain, for it made everything bright and cheerful.
I spent time by a river, where the birch leaves were flowing downstream.
I walked to Fox Point where the sun was dancing on the waves, and I nearly got blown over.
I talked to the sheep.
I did a bit of multiple exposure photography of the little white houses against the blue sky.
I remembered how to slow down a little and wrote a little poem to remind myself how good it felt.
I got lost in the fields and nearly eaten by a large black and white dog when walking right through someone's front garden trying to get back onto the road.
I heard the geese flying overhead in the hundreds, making a noise that is joyful beyond description.
I had a ball, thanks to the friendly folk of Achiltibuie who made me very welcome.
If you are wondering where Achiltibuie is, it is here .............
in Scotland, in a place called the summer isles, where I have always wanted to go, and now I have been.