All part of the story

By Treshnish

Pindrop

It is so very still out there today. Not a breathe of wind to be heard, nor the shadow of a wave to be seen. Even the birds seem to be whispering making the day feel introspective and thoughtful.  A ship's foghorn cracked the silence briefly through the thick fog bank sitting over the island of Coll earlier, and the deep hum of this cargo ship bound for Bergen feels intrusive. 

An early blip as we are being treated to dinner in the village hall tonight - a pop-up evening by one of the Tobermory restaurants, we are looking forward to it! 

And tomorrow off to Glen Lyon to meet the possible new sheepdog... if we like him we will bring him home.

For the first time in a lot of years I am sitting quietly writing cards to send to distant family and friends. Usually I don't make time - this year I am making the time and that feels good. 

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