The sun showed-up today to lighten our hearts: we hit the road with a plan and drank-in a beautiful broch; Norse Mill and kiln; blackhouses that fell to ruin at the hands of time and progress; the light dancing on royal blue lochans sea dashing at the coast. We ate our food under a squall, but the grey died away leaving sun, wind, and we turned back, the smell of peat on our clothes.next poem