I’m just back from 5 days on Tiree, and haven’t quite settled back down to earth. Already, I’m planning how to get back there.
Generally, the West coast of Scotland and the Hebrides get me like this. It’s quite visceral- the wide horizons, the peace, the scent of the wind just pull me in, every time.
Tiree had endless miles of springy machair (that’s one of my all time favourite words, although I’m still not sure I know how to pronounce it, answers on a postcard, please!) leading down to white sandy beaches. There are stormy days, sure (oh, how the wind blew this year), but then the sun comes out and you see the colours- shades of sea and sky which occur nowhere else. I dream of yarn in those colours, and what I would make.
Every year, I go back. Every year, I have to tear myself away again; I stand at the rail of the Calmac ferry, crying into the wind and telling myself that one day I’ll find a way to live there.
What are the places you’ve visited which you can’t quite leave behind?