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.