Having visited both – but still faithful to my beloved Skye, I travelled and stayed in some wonderful places. Donegal in June, Skye and Lewis in July.
I am currently in Pabail Iarach, near Point – a place where I sleep most deeply. My quality of sleep and health has improved tenfold.
In Skye I had a great time with a lot of like-minded people I had never met before in my life. We drank (water), we sang, we talked a lot and we came up with some pretty wild ideas, including building a set of tunnels and bridges between Ireland and Scotland – perhaps also trying to re-unite the two languages now known as Scots Gaelic and Irish. Then at night I would dream of bringing Welsh, Breton and Galician into it. There is no doubt to my usually worried mind that music is necessary to our well-being.
I did some sketches/watercolours. Not many, but with love.
I hope to be able to post more of my adventures, including my frequent walks to Hogganfield and Kelvingrove, due to work constraints. But thanks to my recent full time job, I can now have proper holidays too. It was long overdue, and although my health isn’t perfect, it’s good enough so far. My work colleague and friend gave me a CD that is perfect for this trip.
I am very grateful to be alive in this wonderful landscape. Yesterday, for the first time, I went to see Traigh Mor in North Tolsta, and after a long walk in the water – I sat by a friend’s grave – Donnie Graham – sweet mad man, bard, brother. Despite all the talk that once you’re dead you’re dead, I could not help feeling happy for him, being buried facing the beach that he loved so much.
