Away

We have been away in Wester Ross, in the north west of Scotland, staying in this little extended croft house for a week. 

We did lots of stuff, but also spent a lot of time on the sofa, reading books and looking at variations of this view. Sometimes the Torridon Mountains were only faintly visible, as above. 

Sometimes they were much clearer. Though it doesn't come out in the photos, we could see the sunshine picking out the varied slopes on the sides of them. Sometimes. 

The light was always different. 

This was 10.30 at night. Again, the photo doesn't do it justice, but I've never seen a rainbow after sunset before. 

Sometimes, in contrast...

I'm including all these photos of the same view so that I remember it. I really, really love Wester Ross and also Sutherland, which is a bit further north still. But it's a 5 and a half hour drive away and we're nearer 80 than 70 (well, I'm only 75 - just). Will we be back? Not sure. Poor old Mr L does all the driving because I'm frightened of big roads (though am fine with the tiny roads once you get up this far north). 

It's always seemed self-evident to me - without any logic whatsoever - that north is superior to south. I would much rather live in the country than a town (says she, who never has lived in the country). Ideally on an island. But this is a fantasy. I'd actually rather be able to see the family and indeed my friends, than live among rugged mountains and not see them. But if they were all there too... .