Everything is looking beautiful today, in the Spring sunshine. I love this time of year with its yellows and fresh acid greens, sounds of birds twittering around their nests and the longer days. 

The view from our house is spectacular with the gorse in full bloom and the blue sky.

Right enough of the positivity, I’m never one to wax lyrical about the joys of living for too long. Wait a minute while I shake on my cloak of darkness. Ok normal transmission resumed…

We had a week away in Skye. It’s the first time we’ve visited for some years, it used to be our yearly holiday, often more frequently if we could get the time off work. Our first introduction to the landscape of the Highlands was via Skye and it used to be my favourite place. Note the past tense; this time was very mixed.

We stayed in a super renovated croft near Uig in the north of the island, it was as comfortable as you could wish for with amazing (more superlatives I know) views over the Atlantic.

The whole week was really bittersweet though. Firstly Skye, you’ve changed. You’ve gotten really popular, like the top cheerleader everyone wants to be your friend. So we spent the whole week driving at five mph constantly pulling into passing places.

But the main issue was, of course, the fact that I can’t do the things I used to. Our holidays were spent walking; our all time favourite was the Quiraing, all the way along the bottom then up and over the top, finished with an epic slide down the end (honestly try it, whip on your waterproofs – best not to use your best ones – sit down and sliiiiide). So not being able to do that anymore was difficult when confronted with memories of past experiences. Yes I’m grateful to have been able to have done them before but, well, sigh.

This was topped off by the fact I brought the wrong knitting with me. All I had was a sock project, in yarn that I wasn’t that keen on (lovely colours, just a bit thin and hairy). We did have a visit to Shilasdair which is always good, but I’m not (shh) that keen on their yarn, it runs a lot. I did buy a few skeins of sock yarn and started a shawl, however it didn’t disappoint and I get blue hands every time I pick it up.

So all in all, we were glad to get home, if anything I appreciate our comfortable cosy wee hoose even more. So it came good in the end. 

9 thoughts on “

  1. rmwk100

    That’s very much how I feel about holidays now – I’d rather be comfortably at home, where life and poor health are more manageable. Sending mountains and waterfalls of sadness and understanding about not being able to do what you used to love so much xxxxxxxxxxx

    1. weavingheart Post author

      Thank you Ruth, yes I think staying home is the answer. I found
      ‘sleeping’ in a different bed hard too (in both meanings of the word 🙈) xxx

      1. rmwk100

        Yes, I sympathise with that, too. “Sleeping” away from home pretty well always means a three day migraine (or even longer), and unless it’s an amazing bed, backache as well! Hope you can slowly start to catch up on lost sleep over the next two or three weeks XXXXX

  2. salpal1

    I am sorry to hear that you didn’t have a wonderful time. I was in Skye maybe 18 years ago, and it was not too busy – which was good as of course, I was always pulling over to the wrong side on the lay-bys, so I much appreciated the locals patience with me. It was a lovely place, one I would like to go back to some day – preferably with a driver from the UK at the wheel. 🙂 I understand what it is like when a favorite place changes so much that it isn’t a favorite place any more, and it is a sad feeling. Glad you are safely home and can just remember the years when it was at its best. And sleep in your own bed, and knit with yarn that doesn’t bleed. 🙂 I have to say I am amazed that you went off on a holiday with only ONE knitting project!

    1. weavingheart Post author

      lol I know right? Never again, I’m always taking a trailer full of yarn and projects now!
      Thanks for reading and taking the time to comment

  3. KerryCan

    I haven’t been to Skye (yet!) but I’ve had similar experiences when going back to a beloved spot only to find it changed. And you’ve changed a lot, too, and that makes it even harder. Still, anything that helps us appreciate our own sweet homes can’t be all bad!


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