All too soon it was the last morning of my getaway. I had relished every minute of respite. I’d done quite a bit of knitting, seen dear friends, loved being out and about on Harris, read part of Jung’s autobiography, as well as about dowsing and Near Death Experiences. It was just what I needed to put my and our current situation into a good perspective.
One of the things I enjoyed about staying at Two Harbours Guest House is their beautiful Portmeiron ‘Botanicals’ china. Not only do I love that pattern because I love flowers, but it was the favourite china of a beloved childhood friend of mine, Diane. She is long gone but is never forgotten. (You can see a photo of her and me when I was 18 at the bottom of this post.) Diane would have loved this breakfast table:
I said goodbye – but not for too very long because I intend to bring Sean a book when we’re back this summer. I drove first to Callanish, where I nodded hello to the stones but went on to a friend’s house for a lovely visit. She was widowed less than a year ago, and her faith, fortitude and humour are very inspirational to me. After a lovely elevenses of freshly-baked scones and homemade jam, I drove across to Stornoway, where I left my little hire car.
I found a good seat on the observation deck of the ferry, and enjoyed watching the view as we pulled away. Here you can see Lews Castle behind the houses of Stornoway. It sits within a pretty woodland – as you know, trees are a special thing on the Outer Hebrides.
The crossing was beautiful:
I was interested in this board, and surprised (in my ignorance) at how many people were on shift:
The bus to Inverness was waiting just outside the ferry terminal and soon we were on our way:
A striking rainbow accompanied us part of the way:
I had a bit of time in Inverness before the train to Glasgow, and then I was on my way south. The sunset was far prettier than I managed to capture in any of my through-the-window photos:
I changed trains in Perth, and was home by midnight. I was met with hugs and kisses, presents were given out, and we all got to bed late. The Dafter and Michael had done very well. It was a big contrast with my first solo trip to Harris two years ago. The Dafter was nearly completely bedbound back then, and Michael hardly spoke for the first 24 hours after I had returned, he was so exhausted from being the full-time carer for five days. This year, although they were both glad to see me, they weren’t enormously worse for my absence.
Life immediately became quite stressful and complex, for various reasons including the Dafter having a bad cold and a downturn, and Michael needing to go off the following week. My holiday soon seemed like a dream! But doing these blog posts has brought it back to me, and I’ve been able to recover the sense of peace and well-being that I had at the end of my trip.
Thank you all for coming along with me on my most recent trip to Harris. We are hoping to go as a family in August, so it’s not too long to wait until our next Harrisian adventure.