This time next week…

uistadeas-067.jpgThis little croft house at Howmore on South Uist will be my home for a couple of weeks as I work lambing on a traditional Hebridean croft. I expect it to be cold, rainy, windy and amazing, as I get up at dawn each day, hop a bicycle and head to the flocks (400 strong I’m told), all the while hoping the muse, that circling hawk, will visit me and help me finish my book, The Year, at long last.


4 thoughts on “This time next week…

  1. Suzanne,

    I know this is Irish, but perhaps in the Gaelic it will sound the way it should:

    May the road rise up to meet you.
    May the wind always be at your back.
    May the sun shine warm upon your face,
    and rains fall soft upon your fields.
    And until we meet again,
    May God hold you in the palm of His hand.

    And may those sheep be gentle and old souls, so that at the end of the day you’re not too tired to write!

    Thinking of you riding your bike, wind whistling past your ears in the wildness and wet of the Hebrides, reminds me of some lines from Gerard Manley Hopkins:

    What would the world be, once bereft
    Of wet and of wildness? Let them be left,
    O let them be left, wildness and wet;
    Long live the weeds and the wilderness yet.

    Dia duit!

  2. thank you Jane, I really appreciate your wishes/your blessing of this journey… especially for the writing!

  3. Suzanne, on this colder than I ever remember Easter Day being, I’m thinking of you and hoping that you’ve got a raging fire going in your little croft, with a kettle on the fender for a piping hot cuppa.

    Would it be snowing there too?

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