You know that thing, when a photo of a sunset, is only 1% as good as being in the actual sunset? And even a good photo can't convey the whole ravishing shebang of it?
That's what being at Moniack Mhor is like. It's been a wham-bam treat of a week, whooping and laughing with new friends; cutting to the chase in every chat.
And the countryside! God-dang, I hadn't realised I missed it so much. How calming it is. It's grassy smells and fresh breaths. Highland coos chewing and the rat-tat-tat of a woodpecker.
The cottage itself has a farmhouse 'hug' - slate floors, heavy wooden tables, fresh herbs, wood burners, sofas to sink into.
I have read plenty and written some. I will share in later posts. Big 'shout out' to the Scottish Book Trust. Meantime, here's a couple of iphone snaps that won't do it justice.
1 comment:
Found your blog by accident ha! Fabulous location to write in! Love the log burner. I spent some time up in the highlands a few years ago. Great place to clear your mind .. or maybe quiet the mind. ;)
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