Notes from the Isles
These notes are indeed ‘from the Isles’ again. On Easter Monday, having received my second jab in the morning, Mary and I set off for our base in the Outer Hebrides, having been given the all-clear from our neighbours there, so long as we kept our distance.
Driving up Skye to catch the ferry across the Minch from Uig, for the first time in over a year, was magical, with flurries of snow punctuating a gloriously sunny day.
The Cuillin, in their white winter cladding, were truly majestic. Despite warnings of heavy traffic, the roads were empty and
