A journey is a strange beast, with a life of its own outside both its beginning and its end. This one started with the weather we had originally half anticipated, and perhaps wanted too: that lowering power of the mountains peering through mist and rain swept by wind.
We stopped for a splendid breakfast of hand roasted (! with heat-proof glove?) coffee and the lightest delicious pancakes at Café Sia in Broadford before crossing the bridge back to the mainland. Windscreen wipers pounding we crossed the country to Dunfermline where the sky cleared and the sun shone warm. That stayed with us the next day on our way to our last stop in Scotland: Eyemouth.
Curious to see the place, I now know I must return if only to sample some ice cream - I draw the line at such indulgence for breakfast. Our next stop was Newcastle to see a fascinating exhibition of photographs, and to enjoy the Laing Gallery.
We had sunshine all day, warming us on our way past the Angel of the North to our night's stop in Darlington where we missed Train by David Mach. (Not surprising if this is the state it is in!)
Then on to the Joe Cornish Gallery for coffee and delicious frangipane - and to see the exhibitions, before continuing through agricultural fields dotted with cylinders of baled straw to Fountains Abbey for a walk and lunch. Below is about as near as I got because my knees protested.
Once back on the road the rain came, and the weather stayed more or less foul until some four or so hours later when we reached home and the sun came out again so that we could unpack in the dry.
That was Saturday, Sunday, and Monday. Today, the washing, the sorting, and the making of lists. Tomorrow or so, back to normal.