Notes from the Isles
One of the many advantages of island life is the prevailing community spirit. Being fortunate enough to divide my time between our family base in the Outer Hebrides, and my home on the Black (almost) Isle, I am part of two close-knit communities and have recently had reason to realise what that means.
Stupidly, I lifted an extremely heavy sack of rubble into the boot of my car, and then up into a dustbin. This resulted in a trapped nerve in my chest, which was so screamingly painful that I couldn’t sleep and was a moaning wreck.
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