For the second time in as many months, the trusty steed, the little Fiat made that long and winding drive to the northlands. This time, heading towards an exceptionally beautiful piece of the British Isles, namely Assynt. You don’t go there to go anywhere else, you go there just to be. To try to describe it would to just fail. Its the sort of place only poets and artists can capture, but I did try with my wee camera to get some of the sense of scale. Mountains straight out of Middle Earth, and NO SIGNAL! Hurrah!
Then a quick ( for that read very slow and gentle ) skim across the top of Scotland to catch the ferry to Orkney. To the Seal Islands. To good and much missed old friends.
If you have not journeyed along that long and winding road, you really have no idea what you are missing!
So there you are. Not many words; as the images speak for themselves…