Poolewe in Wester Ross in August
In my Munro bagging days Poolewe was the place you drove through on the way to the mountains. What a treat it was to stop and spend some time there. This was a holiday of deserted beaches, long walks, sore cycles, unproductive fishing, ceilidhs, gardens and sea eagles. I had no idea one place could offer so much. It was a privilege to stop a while and explore.
Writers’ Retreat - Muchalls
I visited this writers’ retreat last year and edited my novel. My visit this year was very different. I embarked on a new project, a new skill, writing a stage play. It was daunting but the solitude and the space to sit and stare at the sea were the perfect tutors for my new craft work. The fact that on two occasions a large school of dolphins danced past only feet from the shoreline made the experience all the more special.
The Passport to Freedom is Truth
