Monthly Archives: April 2017

Everything is looking beautiful today, in the Spring sunshine. I love this time of year with its yellows and fresh acid greens, sounds of birds twittering around their nests and the longer days. 


The view from our house is spectacular with the gorse in full bloom and the blue sky.

Right enough of the positivity, I’m never one to wax lyrical about the joys of living for too long. Wait a minute while I shake on my cloak of darkness. Ok normal transmission resumed…

We had a week away in Skye. It’s the first time we’ve visited for some years, it used to be our yearly holiday, often more frequently if we could get the time off work. Our first introduction to the landscape of the Highlands was via Skye and it used to be my favourite place. Note the past tense; this time was very mixed.

We stayed in a super renovated croft near Uig in the north of the island, it was as comfortable as you could wish for with amazing (more superlatives I know) views over the Atlantic.


The whole week was really bittersweet though. Firstly Skye, you’ve changed. You’ve gotten really popular, like the top cheerleader everyone wants to be your friend. So we spent the whole week driving at five mph constantly pulling into passing places.

But the main issue was, of course, the fact that I can’t do the things I used to. Our holidays were spent walking; our all time favourite was the Quiraing, all the way along the bottom then up and over the top, finished with an epic slide down the end (honestly try it, whip on your waterproofs – best not to use your best ones – sit down and sliiiiide). So not being able to do that anymore was difficult when confronted with memories of past experiences. Yes I’m grateful to have been able to have done them before but, well, sigh.


This was topped off by the fact I brought the wrong knitting with me. All I had was a sock project, in yarn that I wasn’t that keen on (lovely colours, just a bit thin and hairy). We did have a visit to Shilasdair which is always good, but I’m not (shh) that keen on their yarn, it runs a lot. I did buy a few skeins of sock yarn and started a shawl, however it didn’t disappoint and I get blue hands every time I pick it up.


So all in all, we were glad to get home, if anything I appreciate our comfortable cosy wee hoose even more. So it came good in the end.