Drive north, through the lingering dusk. Leave it all behind. Doze through the brief darkness in a car full of snuffling shifting children. Wake to see the hills outlined against the lightening sky. Watch the day gather over the eastern edge of Rannoch Moor. Drink in the peat-tasting air.
Drive on to where the land runs out. Throw the past overboard, into the wake of the boat. Let it go. You are surrounded by islands.