We went to Scotland four times in one year. We kept on saying, this was it. We need to get to Wales. We need to get to Ireland. But it pulled us back. From Edinburgh's moody streets, to the dramatic winds of Loch Ness. Finally we decided to commit and spent a week in Lochalsh, looking over the Isle of Skye.
And we were at peace. And we were in wonder. And we were amazed.
We moved through to another place.
And the colours were so vivid. And the quiet complete. And the shores and castles, all ours. And we listened. And we watched.
And we were amazed. We enjoyed the silence.
And the lochs were all ours.