Just as the journey out is a big part of the holiday - arguably returning homing is a far bigger one. Back we go to the mundane existences we each enjoy. The specialness of being on holiday is over, and the only reason for us to write blog entries is that we have done or thought of something interesting.
Expect a lengthy pause.
It's been lovely to re-visit Tiree, and my friends Colin and Susan Woodcock. I've witnessed my first Raku firing, seen some top notch sunrises, eaten some lovely meals and been eaten to death by the midges that Tiree does not officially have. I've also seen over a dozen of Tiree's six trees, which was nice.
Now my thoughts return, with a sigh, to home. That said, the cloud didn't really leave me whilst away. I wish it had, but I was unable to completely elude it. I know this is a process I have to go with, but it is hard to shake the feeling that I will feel this bad forever.
The little memory detailed pictorially below is one that pleased me. Jac and myself were served matching puddings during a light lunch at the Scarinish Hotel. I can't ever remember being served a pudding that so completely matched my t-shirt, and to see Jac with one that totally matched her as well is almost beyond belief. Truly a treasured memory.
That said, in the short term, we need to concentrate our minds on the business of travelling home. The concerns revolve around waking up in time, vacating the house, remembering everything, not leaving the place a tip, not leaving a tip for the place, reading the electricity meters, catching the ferry and then driving home whilst tired and seasick.
If all goes well, we arrive home in the wee small hours of Sunday morning - excited, fresh and so very alive.