I’ve been away for a week.
Up in the Highlands, crossing over by boat, a week in Skye.
A week of learning, of culture, language and identity, a week of great company and most excellent teaching.
I don’t have many more boxes to tick, to be honest.
Plus unexpectedly, almost inexplicably, the sun shone all week and the waters shimmered blue on the look out from the college.
It was one of those times that doesn’t need words, or explanation, or even poetry.
Other than possibly the message, for those of you who haven’t yet – do try and go to Skye.