Wednesday, 26 September 2012
Anna's gone. We were up at 0540 and Anna caught the morning ferry to Ullapool and thence to Inverness and the Inter-City Gold Bus to Glasgow to be home well in time for dinner. It's been all too short a visit.
The ferry came up the East coast of the Island just after 7am before it made its way across The Minch with the sea on its stern. For those who are not reasonable sailors the first part of the journey could not have been pleasant as these photos show.
The house is quiet. Yesterday's storms which battered the Country gave us gales but little else but now the wind has abated just enough for the sheets and towels to be drying on the line without being blown away (I hope!).
It's the first time since the 31 May (with the exception of a few scattered days) that I have been home on my own. Unless Marcel and Molly appear I've no visitors until friends come for dinner and the night on Monday and Viv arrives from France on Tuesday.
It's all strangely quiet apart from Mahler's First Symphony which I've chosen to keep me company.
So today will be a catching up day when I will, hopefully, manage to catch up with my emails and phone calls and perhaps even manage a blog post or two. After all I have enough material to keep me going until Christmas and I see that I've only got 36 days before I return to my other life.