It feels very good to be back on home turf, up here in Scotland. I was born a few miles North of here and the place speaks to me; it blows sweet nothings in my ear, dazzles me with gentle spectacle and beauty, and possesses an understated grandeur that stops me thinking - it lets me just feel......
The mountains behind me, like the land beneath my feet, are deep in snow. The light is fierce but makes the every nook and cranny stark in contrast. An almost monochrome scene - the only contamination of colour, my car on top this hill ...... except that deep azure sky.
The sea, normally so full of terrible brooding power at this time of year, is nearly flat and the water's reflection is so bright it hurts.
This is my place, my homeland, the land of my fathers for many generations and, although I must now leave it, I feel the connection deeply; so deeply that I know it wont vanish as I travel.
I love you my hills, my sea.
You bring me peace
A Funny Old Life
