I’ve arrived. We’ve arrived.
Six days ago, actually, but it’s taken me this long to think I might sit down, open a computer and share some of this journey with you.
I still don’t have the words. The beauty and the chaos, the weather and the people, the complete and utter magic of this place, Rubha Phoil, Isle of Skye. Our boat, back in Manchester, is sold. This is home now. And there’s so much to think, to say, to talk about. So much to feel. It will all come.
What I do have right now are some photos! Here’s a wee photo-diary of the past few weeks.
In Manchester, finishing up the boat – Empress got a new bathroom and all kinds of repairs before being passed to her new owner. It was a hectic few weeks – tiring and stressful at times, but we laughed a lot too.
Goodbye to our friends, and to special places….
We bought a van! And into her we put all of our belongings, and drove north for miles and miles….
The home that greeted us was…not in tidy state. But it was home. Four walls, a bed, a fire (and far more room than the boat.)
We tidied and cleaned like hell, and created a sanctuary…
The first morning was delicious.
We have lovely (very noisy) neighbours.
Emily and Jammy are taking their time settling in, a little nervous of their new surroundings…
Amidst the full-on energy of change, a walk around the headland, the woods and the trees, the rocks and the sea, helps me to ground and to know why I’m here.
Everything is in flux. Or rather, everything was in flux. Em and I have left behind our home, our friends, our whole lives – we’re here to run a campsite and to see if this is a place to build a permanent life. We arrived on the Easter bank holiday – the opening of the tourist season – to a fully-booked site and a heck of a lot to learn…fast. But as we find our feet and our special places, each day becomes more grounded, more stable.
I’m excited. Only just beginning to take in the hugeness of this change, made so impulsively. I know that I want to be here, and that Emma feels the same. I know we’re up for the challenge of this chaotic, wonderful place that asks so much of us. Do we have what it takes to make a life here? I don’t know yet. But I know that we have to try.