Apologies for the late running of this service – I neglected to bring the little duberry that magics words from my typewriter to my phone.
What that means is, rather than nothing at all this week, this story will be down on words and high on images.
I hope that’s okay by you. I also hope it might encourage you to travel in whatever sense of the word works for you this weekend.
If you do decide that the Western Isles is the place to be, then I must mention one huge / tiny element of the trip scandalously not shown in any of my images: midgies.
My advice? Grow a thick skin, or come in winter.
If you’re stuck inside in the rain and feeling envious, please remember: I am covered in midgie bites and itching all over. The image is not the experience.
(It’s still bloody nice, though!)
Three Small Things At The End
- Every year, Islay has a whisky festival over the last two weeks of May. Each of the island’s 629,682 distilleries has its own special ‘open day’, with music and dancing and free drams for all.
- George Orwell nearly died in a boating accident when he got caught in the whirlpool of Corryvreckan (the third largest in the world), off Jura.
- In Sweden, apparently, secret beauty spots, away from the tourist tramp lines, are called ‘wild strawberries’.
I hope you find a few wild strawberries this weekend. Normal service resumes next Friday…