Five days in Scotland. Lots of walking, much reading, but mostly, so much light. I know I’m home when the light makes sense. I’m not sure if that makes sense, but even nearing the border as the hills change, levelling out to become undulating instead of forbidding, the light shifts, alters just enough to be Scottish. But mostly, there’s a settling, a just knowing and the skies are suddenly much, much bigger, sometimes greyer, sometimes a startling blue.
I really enjoyed this Ali, very interesting read. I was in Scotland last month and I commented to my husband while hiking on Ben Lomond that while the landscape was similar to our homeland Northern Ireland in many ways, that the light was different, equally beautiful but different, so I loved when you said you knew you were home when the light made sense... I feel the same. It makes perfect sense to me x
I really enjoyed this Ali, very interesting read. I was in Scotland last month and I commented to my husband while hiking on Ben Lomond that while the landscape was similar to our homeland Northern Ireland in many ways, that the light was different, equally beautiful but different, so I loved when you said you knew you were home when the light made sense... I feel the same. It makes perfect sense to me x