So we're returning to the Scottish Highlands but we're going further north than Ardnamurchan, to a town which is north of Inverness and not too far from John o' Groats. We're going in winter, to an east coast which will be bitterly cold at times, and dark, and wet. Winter will not be easy but in the little town of Golspie we have a Co-op round the corner from the cottage, a doctor's surgery and a small hospital, a chemist, a dentist, a library, a couple of pubs, and a fish-and-chip shop on the other side of the road. But it isn't the town we're going north for, its....
....the rushing burns, the walks in the heather-covered hills, the wildflowers and the fungi and the lichen....
....the red deer that come down in the colder weather into the ancient oak woodlands along the straths, the....
....bird life along the miles of deserted shoreline and also....
....to walk along the beaches and see what wind and waves and tide have brought in each day. All these are the things we have missed so much over the past two years.
We have no illusions. Settling in to a strange place, to a very different environment, while living in a small cottage, won't be easy, but we have to try something different, something that will bring us excitement again.
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