I am now in a tent on The Black Isle in the highlands of Scotland.
Me, in a tent. You read that correctly.
For a while now, I felt that getting away on my own in the clear highland air would help me clear my head and lift my spirit.
I can report that my spirit and wits were stretched when trying put up the tent in near gale force winds rolling off the sea. It must have been a funny sight watching me struggle, trying not become an unexpected handglider / paraglider while failing utterly to stem the swearing that was rising.
Some may have escaped. I may even have invented a few new phrases as well.
I say it must have been funny to watch, which implies a sense of humour, but I have strong suspicions that those in the neighbouring pitch went to the wrong queue when humour was given out.
Still, I persevered and won the day, relaxing now with a beer. Inside the tent as it’s still a bit windy outside but still a win……the tent still stands.
I’m very nearly on the stone beach itself and listening to the hypnotic sound of the waves, which will lull me to sleep shortly, I’m sure.
The main thing for me is peace and quiet, walks on the beach and getting my calm back. I hope to see a few new beaches too, lots of long walks in some of the most amazing scenery known to man.
More to follow this weekend.