Skye High

I had an almost perfect Christmas — up on the Isle of Skye. My head is full of postcard-perfect images that I hope never fade.

I've never been to Skye before. I'd nearly been. I once went across to the island of Barra — many years ago, landing with only 3 other passengers in a tiny, 12-seater British Airways plane directly onto their long, white, cockle beach, which doubles as the runway — and island-hopping on the way home down the freezing necklace of islands that make up the Outer Hebrides — uninterested in them mostly, ticking them off, reading Louis MacNeice and dreaming of getting to Skye and of home. But I never had time to stop off there in the end. And it's a place I've wondered about ever since...So I am so glad I got the chance to go. Skye is in a world of its own, definitely worth making time for.

Hope you all had a lovely Christmas.

In the words of the Mexican emailer I mentioned in the last post ...I splash all your New Years with blessings.

From Mexico with love

Someone sent me an email this week. Someone from Mexico, writing mostly in broken English. They signed off saying - "I splash your life with blessings"
'I splash your life with blessings'... It's still making me smile.