It turns out that the very best cure for Monday morning blues is having your feet buried in the sand.
To see a world in a grain of sand,
And a heaven in a wild flower,
Hold infinity in the palm of your hand,
And eternity in an hour.
It didn’t stop me dreaming of Scottish seas and skies, but it did reduce the grumping slightly.
I spent the afternoon researching. So many islands, so little time. I don’t know how to choose.