One of the delights of living in the Hebrides is the mammoth amount of planning that needs to go into travelling anywhere. I think it will stand my children in good stead, that they will become familiar with timetables, weather reports, weight limits and check in times. Its useful to know how to get somewhere on public transport without just hopping in the car.
The latest piece of research has been for a solo trip for a change, just me, hand luggage only, destination Suffolk and Mum’s new retirement flat. The trick is to take as little as possible on the way down, because you’re bound to pick up more stuff for the journey home! Shops, chain stores, bargains, sentimental nick nacks, they’ll all somehow find their way into your bag and leave you balancing it on a set of scales the night before your journey home.
It is so exciting! You never think about the travel sickness, or the stress or the boredom when you’re planning to travel again. Just the feeling of going, a clear horizon, the wind in your sails, an adventure begins! Life is not the destination, its the journey. A journey feels brand new, a blank page. What thoughts will you have on the way? What will you see thats new and unusual? Who will you appear to be to strangers on the way? What will you look like through other peoples eyes? What lives will you see in other peoples faces? What different faces will you see?
Its only functional journey this time, a brief connect with family members, but when you live on an island, a trip away is always abroad!
