The journey home.
Driving today we past two castles and a huge dam that ran the length of a massive, bath tub shaped loch. More sheep. Watched small herds of deer as well. At the moment we are parked up in a valley, windows steamed so that everything outside is a frosty silhouette.
Our journey is almost over. Two, maybe three more days of travel. We aren’t far from Glasgow or the motorways to the south. We’re back where you can buy McDonald’s. Soon we will leave for Loch Long to see an abandoned torpedo testing site.
Coming home has both a sadness and an excitement. Scotland is magical, especially in the extreme north where civilisation has yet to penetrate. It will be hard accepting all this as nothing but a memory. A lot has faded already and all that remains is partially constructed by my imagination.