Word of caution

Warning: the ratio of words to photos on this blog is likely to get even smaller.

Weaving light

I am always casting my eyes towards Isles. What is the draw? Is it the inescapable realization that you are surrounded by the power of the sea? Is it the unique characteristics of a community that is geographically held together? Is it the spirit of islanders who make the most of the resources available? Or is it just so I can have an excuse to ride on a ferry?  This trip (taken back in April) meant riding on the most posh ferry I have been on in Scotland. With never enough time to explore, I made a sprint for the Outer Hebrides to the Isle of Lewis and Harris on a 4 day holiday weekend.

A stroll along the wall

My focus, so often, is north. When I do go south, I have sprinted by a fairly well-known historic site. Recently I decided to take a drive through the Scottish Borders and Northumberland, with my eyes on Hadrian's Wall and the remains of the historic fort at Housesteads (originally named Vercovicium).

My accomplishment of the day....walking along 1.25% of Hadrian's Wall.

Note to self

May I always be free to wander, roam aimlessly, even when I can't remember the destination. The destination is not important. The journey is where I find joy.

Last minute plans

Taking the opportunity of a last minute cancellation to spend the weekend in the Highlands is one of the joys of living here. Here is how it unfolded...

Saturday morning-
06:45...wake up
07:19...catch the train
08:20...catch the next train
11:20...step off the train at Corrour and to this...