|Waving goodbye. Leaving the other three in each others' capable hands. I missed them all loads.|
|standing in a dinosaur's footprints on Skye|
|Flora McDonald's grave, Skye|
|Over the sea from Skye|
|Isle of Harris|
|The standing stones at Callenish|
We didn't see much of Harris at all really as we were on a tight schedule so I didn't get a real feel for the flavour of it but I did manage to purchase a few small scraps of Harris tweed and some Harris wool to make myself something with so I brought a bit of the place home with me. We saw slightly more of Lewis and it felt a lot like Rum landscape wise although of course larger, loch-ier (not sure that's a word!) and with the added landmarks of electricity pylons which for me just stand out so stark against nature. One of the things I love most about Rum is that it is still mostly claimed by nature rather than humans, that balance felt a little tipped the other way on Lewis. Heading to the Outer Hebrides really brought it home to me how remote we are on Rum actually - so very far from family and friends all the way down in Sussex both literally and metaphorically. It's a different world we inhabit up here and somewhere there is a balance between bringing a little of our previous mainland world with us to add and enhance and leaving a lot of it behind to liberate and lighten.
As ever, it was good to be home.