On the road

The road to the west coast had a wonderful pit stop to grab lunch with Mo and Graham in tropical Morayshire, then onwards to an overwhelming feeling of "coming home" in Clachtoll. A wee evening walk at Stoer beach, walking in the depths of the Broch for the first-time since it's excavation. I can't even begin to explain how amazing it feels for us to be back in Assynt (its been 24 bloody months, longest time away in 20 years!) and to be able to have a proper break from work, folk and their shennanigans for the first time in months.