The First One

On the third of the sixth month, numerological seems right I find this is the day I start to record life at 8 Naast and An Bothan.

Sitting here as the sun dazzles across Loch Ewe, i’m beginning to realise this is in fact, home. It’s hard to wax lyrical enough about the beauty, our luck and enormous gratitude to be here amongst it all so I’ll leave it there - this once.

After a winter and spring of lockdown in this place where much closes seasonally anyway, summer, with camper vans, visitors and the opening of the cafes etc has come much like the blooming of the garden, unfurling people like blossom.

The cove below once silent, majestic always, full of solace, now welcomes children and peeps brave cold water swimming with their fire pit prepared and canoes ready, accompaniment of baaing lambs and the quiet tide. Loch Ewe is fed by the river of Loch Maree and many small streams joining the more brackish sea water from the Atlantic. Otters pause here in their secret places - waiting for us humans to leave them be.

Today’s also the first day after at least a year of hanging by the slimmest thread to being an artist i have felt really creative - not discipline but feeling the deep seeping in of inspiration - finally. Giving thanks and feel love.