Revisiting Skye, toddlers in tow
We spent our honeymoon in Scotland, a once in a lifetime experience that through the twists of fate has turned into home and allows us to revisit places we thought we’d not return to again. After seven years (coincidentally on our wedding anniversary) we went back to Skye with the boys last week, a celebratory surgery-over trip that in part compensated for the cancelled trip to Canada.
Seven years ago we spent evenings snugged in the pub in magical out of the way places+. This time we’d been lent a romantic cottage by a friend and spent our evenings drinking wine by the fire and crossing our fingers the boys would stay asleep. Equally lovely, and honestly the days were better. Who wouldn’t want to go on adventure treasure hunts (photo: Duncan and I deciphering one of Daddy’s clues) that led us to play in the muddy tidal flats or tramp through the countryside? And the sheer joy that Duncan brings to all these adventures is exhilarating.
Of course it was the west coast, and rained everyday for most of the day. Duncan wasn’t impressed by how wet he and I got on our hike and Cory found that he does really need wellies like the rest of us. But a break, just us, was exactly what we needed and everyone agrees that treasure is always worth seeking out.
+if you follow the link we write about meeting Neal the vet seven years ago. He told us to send him a postcard with just his name, occupation, and the island and promised it would find him. We did send him a Christmas card the next year and got a reply. It was very tempting to try to look him up again…