Foggy mind

That's what it feels like now. My body has just started to unwind after our ten hour trip door to door to get home.  It was another good journey apart from the last couple of hours of fog but it didn't slow us by much. 

Islay was foggy when we left with the crossing like a mill pond, but there was just enough lift to find some softer mist sweeping the landscape as we came into the harbour at Kennacraig.

The trip has touched us to the core. I find myself emotional when I think about it. Have I said that already? I think I probably have.

Time for bed and Islay dreaming.