Just to show you that Scotland’s reputation for rain isn’t completely unwarranted, I took this photo today of the window looking out to the hills beyond. What, you can’t see the hills? No, neither can I.
8 years ago, we were living on the north coast of Scotland in a house which was around 4 miles from the nearest village. Our son had just been born, and we had just moved to an isolated, windswept place, which had no tv and no central heating. It was not the easiest period of my life to date, but in many ways, I think it made our little family unit stronger. I began listening to the radio a lot to replace the tv, and one of the songs that was frequently played on Radio 1 was the Scottish band Travis’ Why Does It Always Rain On Me. It seemed incredibly apt at the time, and for me, it has become indelibly connected to that time and place. Anyway, as we were coming home from the shops this weekend, that song came on the radio, and my husband and I just looked at each other, and in that look was communicated such a wealth of shared experience, that I wouldn’t swap all those difficult times for the world.
Here’s the clip for the song, which is funny, as it looks as though it was shot near where I used to live. Note the lack of trees!