A very happy belated New Years to all of you! I spent the last of 2017 and the first week of 2018 mostly in solitude falling head over heels for the Scottish landscapes. I spent New Years up at John O Groats, the most northerly point of the Uk mainland, stuffing my face with rhubarb and ginger cake and walking up and down sprawling muddy hillsides whilst getting a good battering from the wind. It certainly felt at times like I was standing on a precipice at the very edge of the world. A few times here and there I thought I might even fall off but decided I still had much too much left to see. The landscape this far north changes dramatically. Nordic rather than Celtic, battered by fierce winds and wild seas there isn't a tree to be seen just gorse, peat bogs and hardy Scottish wildlife. Vikings hacked and hewed and bled along these coastlines. Some might call it desolate. The guidebooks call it a tourist trap. I don't use a guide book so I don't know what I would call this place.
The second and third week of this new year I spent very much sick and in bed with a raging fever and aching bones. I could have been made of glass. Travelling while sick is not a fun time. Rest was needed, so I listened to my screaming body, not that I could have refused it and I stayed in bed. Self care is just about the only resolution made this year and I intend to keep it. Combating the feelings of guilt at doing nothing when your mind is rearing to get out and explore is hard work though. I am working on recipes and city guides and posts about my travels when I have a spare moment but have nothing much of any value to share with you just yet. Just this wee photo collection from John o'Groats.